Might it indeed be we passing through world as world makes its way through us?
In other words, we walk along, and call it “moon,” but once we’ve passed it goes on in its nameless and momentous being?
Likewise “Holly,” “daughter,” “self,” … “being”?
And anything else to which we lend ideas?
If “lending” (for practical purposes)
is not dictation.
Incise. Excise. Decide. – a definition.
Who of you likes to be told what you are?
Who of us can be? Even by our (many) selves?