Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Sunday 3 March 2013

Another puzzle.

I have never understood
what people are 'on about'
when they talk of identity.
I am not aware of having one.
Is it like a spleen, unfelt
until it bursts and causes pain ?
Is it like underwear,
invented recently
and changed now and again ?

Is identity ego ?  no more
than the sum of our thoughts
which is god and  the finality
of death's door
above which is written:
The Glorious Impossibility of Immortality.

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