A separate being with separate thoughts
Borders and walls divide me without knowing
But someday will come when that will not be
I will be like sugar dissolving into tea
No difference between me and what surrounds
Only me surrounded by even more of me
And then as tea I may think to myself:
“I forget what it is like to be sugar”
Evaporating ourselves again into a separate cube
And then strangely, as sugar, I will think again
“I forget what it is like to be tea”
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