....I have boundless energy. I carry enormous burdens without wincing, my brow not furrowed when eyes cast to God.
...I know what you need, because you are so important to me. I know what I need, and oblige. I'm important to me too.
...money is a concept more than foreign, an entity no more considered than pants on a hamburger. Home is underfoot and the floor is as granite: unwavering.
...I live with the sure knowledge, not needing recognition or description, that I am God...and God is I. We are one seeking ourself.
Errata:
I thought of my mother the other day. I was having lunch by myself on the job and found myself speaking to her. As I questioned why I would do such an ostensibly absurd thing, I found I was more truly asking a louder, deeper question: "If you're around, if you even have the faintest of consciousness to any of this, please let me know." At the precise moment I became aware of what I was asking so deeply, I noticed some movement to my right. I turned in my chair to see a mouse, standing, staring at me, just out of arm's reach. Moments into the encounter, as dissonance flooded my mind, the mouse ambled behind some wood. "Hey, little friend, you needn't be frightened of me," I entreatied, "come on over. I can share my lunch with you." At that, the mouse walked quietly over and sat directly beneath me in the chair. Psychically stammering, I cut a piece of tortilla and dropped it to my left, whereupon the mouse gladly picked it up and scurried behind a plastic pail to eat it.
I left the mouse some rice, beans, and more tortilla in the container placed on the floor and went back to work.
The container was washed clean by the time I left for home.
