Something” drifts between a wide variety of objects, and it is neither mine nor the object’s. It is both mine and the object’s. It is both mine and the object’s. And the imagination that makes “something” a part of me is free.
I am free to imagine that “something” is a part of me, and caring for “something” is directly connected to caring for the object. In the case where the object and I are face to face. In the reality where everything exists everywhere, I am free to choose the object I face. However, to receive as I feel is to reject what is important to me. And the inconvenience of not being able to choose is asking “something” of me. Or it is seeking the object. The place to seek is “something. It is not the object, not myself, not somewhere, but between the object and the object.