At first there is no I. No self, no other. No here, no there. Just: is. But what is?It is. And what is this it that is? It is: green.
And with that first concept, the concept of green, the words, the ideas, follow one upon the other. Green is a color. A field of color. A field of clover.I am in a field of clover. But what is I?I is…seeing. I is…thinking. I is…I am…
I am! Here! Now!
And so what if I can’t remember my name, he thought, lying on his side in the damp, sweet-smelling clover, resting his head on his outstretched arm and gradually drifting back like a cosmic jellyfish into the warm, black, amniotic sea of no self, no other, and no problems, pal, no problems whatsoever.