There is nothing about me that I created.  We are all born a blank slate.  Everything that I think is, “me” came about through interactions with things outside of me.  There’s nothing about me that stems solely from me.  As soon as I find something that I think is, “me” I find connections to things not me.

When I bring myself tightly into the moment, I often feel gratitude to everything that gave rise to what I think of as, “me.”