You Are . . .

You are not your insecurities,
You are not your bank account,
You are not your car,
Your are not your words,
You are not your body,
You are not your mind,
You are not your clothes,
You are not someone's bitch,
You are no one's master,
You are not your flat screen,
You are not your Blue Tooth,
You are not your laptop,
You are not your Black Berry,
You are not your breaking heart,
You are not your tears,
You are not mood music,
You are not your iPod,
You are not God's child,
You are not the Devil's cleft foot,
You are not your happiness . . .

You are the universe. Or, rather that part of the universe with the special temporary ability to be self-aware. For some, the self-awareness spans many decades; for others, the self-awareness is abruptly cut short in the womb. However, we are all blessed with it.

That is what you are: a piece of everlasting stardust with the brief ability to think, to know, to dream, to question.

This is the Word according to the Gospel of Goodguyako.
Amen.