There is an infinite number
of versions of you.
Each one existing for only a fraction of time.
You are the child of your imagination.
Your own perception coming to life.
Birthed by your current state of being.
For you are your own creator.
The one defining the how and the why.
A constant dance of atoms,
collapsing into being.
Ever changing,
always open for re-interpretation.
For you are not a fixed object.
Nothing is constant.
Everything is re-programmable.
Conscious or unconscious.
That is your choice to make.
