Us

This idea of me alone, comes from the same place of lack as this idea of me with someone else. 

I am always this iteration of self creating this self as it is, enacting this self as is with others. 

This self as me an individual. This self as oneness with others. 

Me. You. I. Us. 

Always. 

All-together. 

There is never a lack of Us. 

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