I sit with you basking in Oneness.
You say something. And I think, ‘That’s not what I would have said. I don’t even agree with your comment.’
We’re one! We’re one? I get it, we’re all made up of the same kind of tiny particles. Does that make us ‘one’? Two identical piles of food and seasonings are on a table. I make dinner out of one and Bobby Flay makes dinner out of the other batch. Are they ‘one’? Certainly not if you have to eat the one I prepared.
While we’re sitting together it seems more correct to say we are in Twoness.