I learned to be on my own, now there is an us. And now I learn to be in us.

Today I was wriggling, trying to feel myself, but more so the world. All the tiny atoms, on a journey. Today my mind was out into another space, a weird space, from which it had to operate as if everything was like usual. // Or is it that, a part of my personality woke up in the morning and inhabited, no, claimed to be alive, too. I read about resonance and alienation and how both of them are essential to the human experience, all the while wishing to be in resonance. But today was a day for alienation. Maybe it was merely another part of me which the most of I had previously alienated from, and the disregarded atoms came back all in order, wanting to be heard. 

Lead yourself to the promised land. But the self is a flock of sheep, or maybe it is an ark full of different animals, rather. And you better look out for all of them, love all of them, and take them all by their little hands and walk them over there, through all the storms, make sure they are complete. They will live as long as you do, and so, you should integrate them well within a dense space. Keep them together, prevent yourself from hearing their - your - cries in the far distance, when a sheep gets lost or trampled over by your lead.