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The past couple of days, you have told me your life stories in the way you dress, the way you walk, the way you talk and the people at whom you choose to look, eye-to-eye.

You are more varied than an apothecary's cabinet of healing ingredients.

Sometimes I am a writer.  Sometimes I am a fisherman.

Who are you?

Do you jump into the main channel of the river of life, make yourself invisible and record life all around you?

Some say that is what childrearing is like, giving yourself up to make the lives of others - your offspring - the most important people in the world.

Some say a dedicated company owner/founder is the same, giving up a personal life in order to make the company the all-encompassing one.

While walking through a butterfly nursery with my wife and family, we watched the order Lepidoptera floating in the breeze around us.  I rubbed some orange juice on my finger and attracted a few butterflies.  Another person noted one of the insects had landed on my backside.  The docent/guide commented that's why they're called "butt"erflies.

Humour in the moment.  I like when people decide to crack jokes to an anonymous person like me.  Some people want to crack jokes in a form of tennis or volleyball, knocking one joke over the net and waiting for the other to knock one back.  A real-life "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" on the street.

I used to be one of those people.  Then I developed a habit of running a mental tape recorder to capture conversation for journal/blog/novel work and lost my ability to lose myself in conversation with others.

Who am I?

This blog has become my all lately, exercising my thought patterns in the same pattern over and over - searching the universe for something new to write about while staying focused on the main objective, ensuring our species keeps enough variety around for off-planet possibilities - and I have lost myself in the process.

I like myself.  I love myself.  I've missed my self.  But this blog is not about me.

I'll have to think more about this subject.  I am old enough to know this world is not just about me (at least I should know better than to think that).  At the same time, I am part of this world.  Trying to be not-me is not me, I've discovered in recent moments.

No conclusions today.  Just putting bread crumbs down on the trail behind me in case I want to retread/retrace old paths again...