Dialogue

Me: Hey Life, how's it going?

Life: Things are happening.

Me: Well that's a bit curt. Don't you think?

Life: Who are you?

Me: It's me, Wendy. Same old, same old, remember?

Life: You are not the same or old.

Me: Always so literal, you.

Life: Literal: free from exaggeration or distortion; without allegory; absolute-

Me: Exactly.

Life: I suppose you can call me this. But you are not what you say you are.

Me: Well what would you call me? Isn't this all transient? The impression I'd gathered thus far was that change is the only constant.

Life: Then what shall I say?

Me: I don't know, usually we tend to form conclusions about the things that concern us and which things we concern ourselves with. Otherwise, how do we go on?

Life: The We, the Us, the Self, the Other. I feel you tire of these separations.

Me: Well-

Life: You said change is the only constant.

Me: Well why don't you tell me what I am.

Life: You are insane if you think this works.