More than none.
But just by
An infinite mass of small points,
Of an all-things-of-all-time One.
One way to be yourself
As a free-floating piece of dust suspended in a cosmic moat in a subtle place in outerspace
One way to be yourself, because that’s all there is
Broken away as a singularity that is forever entwined with a lineage as old as time
Our heart sending rippling energy through an innerspace as profound as the stars are large.
One no-self and all-self and all-other all-together.
Infinite ways to feel our exploding heritage at this figment of a point in history
but just one way to be -
one way to breathe deep, look up, and feel an infinite overpowering calm brought on by the paradoxical smallness and greatness and significance and subtlety of the great wide open tiny looking glass mirror that is the unifying universe looking back at itself through our own glowing eyes…
You and everything
You and nothing else