2026-06-25
What makes my experience mine?
The cells in my body are mine.
They are the building blocks of the system that defines my experience.
Yet I don’t claim ownership of the matter itself.
Once I die, it will be my gift back to its original owner.
My love is mine.
It’s the energy that rushes through my veins with every beat of my heart.
Yet I’m eager to find beings to give it away to.
I hope to give as much of it to others as possible.
My experience is mine.
The bright green color of the grass is unique to me.
Your green is different.
I will never be able to give my experience to another person,
nor will I ever receive someone else’s.