The other day I experienced an insight with a whole new shock and depth. I am my mother. It’s not that I share the genes of my mother, or that she gave birth to me, or that I grew up with her, or that I’m like or unlike her in looks, behaviour or any other way. None of that is what I’m talking about. She’s not over there while I’m here.
I AM her.
I had a phone conversation with her the day after, and had the experience of me talking to me. Extraordinary.