Nothing Personal

Nothing personal.

And maybe that's the problem. There's a circle of people around me, but I dont' *know* any of them. Even with my best placed efforts, the conversation will be surface and slippery. I'm contracting.

So I escape here, where I can write and reflect and refract some of the tension back to the system behind the screen that captures and loads this up to the noosphere.

And then the answer slaps me in the face.

The only problem, here, is me.

And on observation, that 'me' doesn't exist.

There is just choiceless awareness.

Disarmed with that, I will go back and see where I float to.