I am not the character in our story. The world that accommodates our story exists only in the ego consciousness, so where am “I,” the storyteller ? A Rumi poem comes to mind: “I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons; knocking on a door. It opens. I’ve been knocking from the inside.” Brother recently said to me: “Learn to associate ‘where’ you are with where you will your love to be.” I think of what Rumi has said in that context: I have kept myself from remembering I am whole, that I am the truth by seeking for the truth. I look for God to remember I am loved, thereby denying that is what God Willed His Creation to be. I look for God to deny that is Who I am. I will remember this is true as I discover God in you. The door to truth will open when I accept your sinlessness. I will return Gods Gift to me when I see Him in you. “You are where you direct your love to be.”