I was just reading the intro to Eckhart Tolle’s The Power of Now, where he describes the epiphany he had in his twenties:

“I cannot live with myself any longer.” This was the thought that kept repeating itself in my mind. Then suddenly I became aware of what a peculiar thought it was. “Am I one or two? If I cannot live with myself, there must be two of me: the ‘I’ and the ‘self’ that ‘I’ cannot live with.” “Maybe,” I thought, “only one of them is real.”

I’m not sure who the “you” and “I” are in this song. Maybe they’re both me (or both you?).  In any case there seems to be part of me that loves me deeply, and yet another part that just wants to run away.

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Wander where you may go
I will that it be so
We will fare as we fare
I really don’t care where
Maui, East L.A
Moscow, Hudson Bay,
i can see that it’s we
Won’t you leave it up to me?

The landscape opens wide
On the mountainside
I am here to be kind
I am just in your mind
I am old you are young
Like the words on the tip of your tongue

Baby, what’s so wrong?
It’s not like this is so long
It’s just now, this is how
I refuse to disavow
All the things that I said
Even when you’re dead
You’re a pain, you’re insane
And you’re living in my brain

So everywhere you are
Look up at the stars
I am here to be kind
I am just in your mind
I am old you are young
Like the words on the tip of your tongue

Lock me out and chuck the key
But I am still right here inside, you’ll see
Is there anywhere but here you’d rather be?

‘Cause I can go there, too
My heart will follow you
I am here to be kind
I am just in your mind
I am old you are young
Like the words on the tip of your tongue
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