One

Every year that goes by I feel like I peel away another layer of consciousness.
So increasingly aware of things around me that i am loath to remember the me of days past.
The more layers I peel away, the less of me there is left to peel but the closer I am to becoming one with the universe.
It seems that this is the dichotomy of consciousness. The greater the consciousness the less is my ability to conceive of a self. The more I am one with the universe, the less of me there is to be one with.
It would appear then, that to truly know, to truly understand, one must vanish altogether. Goodbye.

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