I am not the one that I found myself to be . I am the one that learns from that discovery , I am the one that can never be pined down. Try and you will find a new man. Yet I have things that stick. My name, for example. Its meaning change’s but it letters do not. When I say I love you ,who am I speaking to ? The one of now ? The one of the past ? Or all the ones that have and will exist? My existence is always. Until I die, of course .Yet I will never get the memo of when that change occurs. I am a continues beginning and end with a suitcase full of characteristics I try to keep during the ride. Sure a few might fall out but il pick up some new ones . I am alive ,when I am changing and I am always changing. But we are more than that. The universe change’s but it is not alive. I hope anyway , it would be quite the mind blower. We are changing with a certain progress. That is not just an end. The sun progress to its end just like us. We have the added progress. Toward a sort of higher place in relative space. Why is it progress? Is it real or relative? Does it matter ? Does any of this matter? Maybe. I guess I have to choose . To do that, I have to know who I am . Yet, I am changing too fast to ever truly know . So I guess the answers will remain in this spot. A maybe just floating for ever….or maybe not.