The days, months, and years keep rolling along. Seasons appear, and seasons leave. In winter or in summer, you still are. Whether you are above the equator or below the equator, you are. On Earth and in Heaven, you are. In illusion, you are your name as given in the world. You may be called Joe or Mary, yet your True Identity is far more than any name pasted on you.

Aware or not aware, you have been seeking your True Identity. You know deep down that you are much more than what you seem to be. The world calls your name, and you answer to it. You dance to the tune of the world, as if you are on automatic, as if you are an automated response, a recording that you hear yourself repeat. The voice that comes out of your voice-box is reported to be yours, yet you are not sure where the voice you speak and hear abides, or if anyone hears you and responds, or, do you just make motions as you as you go along.

You are sure life is meant to be more than a formality, yet you are not sure where you are in this whole transaction called life. You would like to know, really know, who you are and where you are from and where you are going. Can you really be a fillip of your imagination? Is this the real show or a rehearsal? Truth be known, you don't know what is up and what is down. It seems to you that you are distributed throughout the Universe like a dashing comet. At the same time, you stay still and are unknown and unseen.

How you would like to know what is going on in this world. What on Earth is going on? Is anything going on? Sometimes you feel as if the Earth doesn't move, and you don't either. You may wonder if this is what is meant by a time warp. Are you warped in time, or are you anywhere at all? You wonder if you exist in this temporary existence on Earth. You wonder where you are, and you wonder if can be that you are a bright star in the dark night to wish upon.

You figure that you are somewhere. You seem to be at the same time you seem not to be. Sometimes you do not seem real at all, or that you have any choice in anything really. Did you think yourself up? You wonder what you have apportioned to yourself if there is indeed really a yourself.

You would like to wake up from this dream that you canter around in. You might as well be the Merry-Go-Round horse as well as anything else. Yet, even the Merry-Go-Round steed has consciousness of some kind while you search for yours.

You don’t have an easy time of it, trying to locate yourself. Supposedly, you are seated on a chair in a room, perhaps in front of a computer, yet you are not certain that this is where you are or even if you are anywhere at all.

You have gleaned that I have told you that you fill up the whole Universe and that you are Greater than the Universe that seems to be over your head and way beyond your understanding. You wonder sometimes if you are a will-o-the wisp, and that's all you ever were or can be.

At most, right now, you may feel that you are a ship passing in the night, yet what on Earth are you passing? Yourself? What? You could be the only one on the whole planet, and there is no one to pass and no one to pass you. How did you get here, and what are you doing here even if only in your imagination?

What is the scoop? Where is this questionnaire leading to? You don't know how to fill it out or what anything means.

Nevertheless, within all this scribbling and quibbling, you lean toward Me. You rest in Me.