this untethering I would give it a trial period
To look and see
Is this me?
If that was an option. But it isn’t. All answers that reflect my own assumptions spiral
So deeply. I am finding. It a chaos. Even that answer is an illusion
This self I have clung to I am finding was a prop not the player
The mask. Not the face
To this brain all faces are a glimmer and a shadow passing.
So this relinquishment of holding should be natural. I cannot even remember my own face
I will find my own example in this physical interface.
Close my eyes to any assumed permanence and open them to what