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 myself 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?
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）
Sometimes when referring to things that happened long ago, we say things like “I remember it like it was yesterday.”
And that’s because in a way it was.
If time, as Einstein declared, 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 true “I am.”
