What is happening around you?

Deaths, wars and diseases?

Drama, anguish and pain?

Now, what is happening inside you?

Further in still, further back still.

You.

Who are you?

So far inside that you can't touch yourself, so far back that you can't name yourself.

Who is watching the movie? Who is projecting it?

You, so unknown that you slip past every allusion.

You, so absorbed that you believe in the illusion.

Who gives life to that noble heart?