I’m on stage
Who’s watching?
Me.
Who else?
Me.
Why?
Me.
But really
Who came up with prayer?
Someone’s watching
I’ve struggled with this for a long time
Close your eyes
or live in darkness
I have an audience
Every moment of life
Everything I do
Everything I say
Every thought that I think and the subsequent thoughts that follow, whether they are their own or they are judging the one that fell before them
My thoughts watch me and even those thoughts are observed
So I follow the script
Writer and Director
Mess up the cut?
Find another person and try another take
Although this really has nothing to do with other people
Not much at least
Only to the extent that it is similar to the way in which one portrays oneself in the world
But
Imagine leaving the world
No eyes
Who are you?
You’re certainly still watching yourself
But Identity is not the question
What is
What is the question?
You’re a One Man Show.
Why.
What is it
Who am I talking to
Seriously
The single most important thing in my life is my own head
Why am I able to live like someone is watching
Why do I mistake the analytical portion of my mind for God Himself
Hold on
…
I’m gonna go pray about this.
The Wise Ry Guy 