The last few days I've been acutely aware of the story that I'm telling, identity I'm creating and meaning I'm making through my thoughts, speech and action. I and others choose of facts, experiences to focus in a way that serves some purpose, to join the dots and create a histories and futures that illustrate a story we call ours and an identity we call ourselves.
So, what is true? What is reality?
And how much does constantly 'joining the dots' and making meaning based on its relationship to oneself get in the way of attending to anything (or anyone) as itself and for itself?