
You appear in cycles of yourself. You recycle yourself. You are like paper you fold and refold, reformatting yourself.
You don’t quite yet know what it is to breathe. You have been holding your breath. You have been trying to be more of what you are not rather than what you are. What you truly are is beautiful. You cannot be something else, and yet you keep trying to be other than you. I am talking about many levels. You keep kidding yourself. You are not more of a person or a younger person because you dye your hair. It’s fine to change your hair color. It is better not to give attributes to hair dye that it cannot have. It, like you, can only have an illusion of being something else. What a market there is for this illusion.