A (very) short discussion with a fly
The fly looked at me. I reciprocated.
I thought about reincarnation. Was this fly a person in a past life? More importantly, was it someone I had known: a relative, a long-lost friend, a gone but not forgotten pet?
‘Do you know me?’
The fly’s multifaceted eyes looked at me. I saw no hint of recognition and certainly no proof of reincarnation.
Then a deeper question emerged. For when we look for answers in others, we end up questioning ourselves and our own existence.
‘Do I know me? Do I know who I am? Do I know what I am doing?’
The fly flew.
I was alone, looking at myself once again.