Excerpt from the March/April 2008 issue of Unity Magazine （ユニティマガジン２００８年３、４月 号の記事からの抜粋）
My father once told me, “When you’re old, you don’t feel old.” I can appreciate what he meant when he said that, as I ponder the fact that the essential being I am inside myse lf is the same in my 50s as when I was only 15.
So who am I really?
Am I the woman who has changed with age, or am I the changeless self within?
Am I the woman who is encased in time or the being who dwells apart from it?
Sometimes when referring to things that happened long ago, we say things like “I remember it like it was yes terday.” And that’s because in a way it was. If time, as Einstein declar ed, is merely an illusion of consciousness, then linear time itself is a metaphysical fiction; everything that has happened, is happening, or will happen, is happening now. There, in that realm of the eternal now, is the tr ue “I am.”
