June 12th, 2012


Consciousness never changes; it remains steady, like the little blue flame of a pilot light.  I know my attitudes have changed- enormously; that my body has changed goes without saying; but the something else- the something that observes the changes with interest- is the same bright, clear, ageless, androgynous thing it was when it registered the fact that is was sitting in front of an open cupboard full of toys and observed to itself, "So this is what it's like to be four".