Sandwich.

 I wonder if its odd or unusual to feel both inextricably connected and profoundly alone all at once.

There is a feeling in my ....body? My spirit? My awareness somehow, that there is far more to the story of being than I could ever imagine on my own. A way in which I am... we are... tethered to the everything by an imperceptible thread no wider than the silk of a spider's web.

And yet, in the density and tumble bumble of this earthly existence, even in proximity to those who appear to love me. Like me. Want to know me. Value me, there is this invisible chasm. A moat of distance that can't be seen with eyes, but feels like the distance between galaxies. Maybe more.

How is this dichotomy possible? Both awarenesses as real as the other.  

Is it my mind that demands duality in battle with the All that knows there is only one thing?  That I am a drop of the everything that holds the hologram of it all, even when I can't see it?

Maybe.  

I think I'll make a sandwich.