WHO WE KNEW

We knew no one.  We’ve met a lot of people, had a lot of people coming and going in our lives, but have never known them.  We knew something of them, but never knew them entirely.  I knew something of my father and mother, but did not know them fully.  They were acquaintances of mine more than anything. 

Nor have I known myself.  I am an acquaintance of mine, too, more familiar to me than the others, but still no more than a passerby.  The reason for this is flux, the ever-changing nature of this existence, where nothing is ever just one thing. Everything is constantly becoming what it will be next.  I am forever becoming what I will be next also, the next passerby.