There is one thing in this world which doesn't grow old, never gets fatigued or falls into pieces. This something doesn't belong to this world. Nor it belongs to any other worlds. Yet, it's the very essence of you, me and that geeky bloke next-door.
The Real I. That's what I prefer to call it. It's something people rarely talk or even think about. Nonetheless, it's there.
The Real I knows no joys or sorrows for it's bliss and lamentation itself. The Real I needs no food or drink for it's pure energy. The Real I never sleeps. It's always vigilant. The Real I will never die. Nor has it ever been born. It's just there.
The Real I knows no good or evil; God and Satan just have no being in the Universe of The Real I.
The Real I doesn't preach. The Real I doesn't act. Yet it's all the exertion and exhortation there is.
The Real I never stops wondering. Yet you won't hear a question raised by it. The Real I never stops wandering. It's here, it's there, it's everywhere. But it's always at the same spot - it's nowhere.
The Real I has no shape. Sphere, cube or pyramid - they're not complex enough, nor are they simple enough to embody The Real I.
The Real I is beyond measure. The Real I is beyond doubt. The Real I is beyond limits - both internal and those set by others.
The Real I is freedom, strife, endeavour and passion. The Real I is peace, humility, kindness and devotion.
The Real I knows no attachments. The Real I never forgets. The Real I remembers all there's been and sees all there's to be, but it is now where The Real I dwells.
The Real I is you, The Real I is me, The Real I is it. The Real I, well... It just don't exist.