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I'm not comparable with another. Neither are you as far as I'm concerned, but somehow we are told differently. Who says so, I'd like to educate. I'm not kidding. / I'm the one cats sit on, dogs want to lick, small children climb all over, (comment on teens has been removed), women want massages from, husbands want to watch or join, gang leaders wave to, and cops give me props.

I have a son I adore, now eight, and honestly, I learn from him some of the deepest stuff / I am an artist (as all musicians, composers, conductors, deejays, painters, sculptors, all types of designers, architects, producers, singers, percussionists, singer-songwriters, arrangers, dancers, choreographers, word-smiths like poets, writers, etc. are as well), doing music with other artists and collaborators of every type, kind, feel, groove and style / I find myself at quiet cafes a lot, working the master game of chess I call my life's events in this existence of our, thinking of moves seven steps ahead / I enjoy my dog in my life. That lickin-licker beast-o-burden pizza-burnin freak-o-nature psycho big-butt of love, who's legal name is Reeba, is a being and has understanding / I love driving anywhere, anytime unless asleep / Pho soup late night / Dim sum mid day! Yum..

Upon meeting someone new, I will confessingly forget your name the first, second and likely fifth times I am reminded. I understand it as being that I have a tendency to strip labels away from people so much, the names go with 'em. Please don't take it personally. It's most people. This may be called IDD, Identity Deficiency Disorder, something I may have had since realizing the deficiency in the results created by humanised categorizations, classifications and labels. (humanised is not a word, but it should be.)

We are human beings, right? Then, of both words we are best identifies by, which pertains to existing and which pertains to living? (Yes, that is deep, but worth every thought of it from now on, don't you think?)

Life is all to do with the "being" that we are, who we are as beings, such as attitude, character, wisdom, transformation. To exist has all to do with the human that we are, what we are as humans, with labels we are given or have adopted or feel for or are seduced by. Come on. Are you the label you're wearing, the skin tone you're born in or the religion you were introduced into? (We finally meet. Hi.)

We are human beings, but as humans, we let ourselves be herded like cattle in all kinds of absurd political, socio-economically educated directions, with all the identities we keep morphing in and out of, adopting one or another at will. Yet as beings above all, do we choose to simply be or not to be, as that IS the question. (Like that, huh? Use it in your rebuttals. It works. Especially with short-sighted teachers.)

Where I'm going may seem overboard to some. That's likely because my boat is bigger than yours. Also, relax. Right now, you're in my world, and there's plenty of room for you to be you, whatever your name is.