Give It A Little Nudge

Give it a little nudge, and the old machine starts up again — shamelessly fabricating its self-aggrandizing stories, concocting plots, appealing to itself; mercilessly subverting the others. “Look at me!” it cries. “I can make you fly!” “I can dance!” “I can sing!” In Hebrew, it’s called the “yesh,” literally, the “there is”. The only way to turn it off is to realize that no, “there” isn’t. In fact, none of this, “is”. We’re all just transient breath. I don’t know or own these words, any more than you. So why lie about it?