And you hang out a bit more, calmly and patiently. And then it might occur to you that your little mate “i” is just that—a little mate sitting next to you. And that this Big “I” is who you really are. It feels deep and close and yet so vast. I find this realization funny when it strikes. Here “I” am. And, yet, for so long I thought I was merely my little nattering mate sitting next to me. It’s funny in the way that a kid finds it softly, self-consciously funny when they realize their dad has played a trick on them. A dawning funny. I realize in this moment that I have been here all along.
