From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V7 #7 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Tuesday, September 21 2004 Volume 07 : Number 007 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Lacking echo ["Melissa Bruce" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 20 Sep 2004 15:37:22 -0700 From: "Melissa Bruce" Subject: ET: Lacking echo Going back, it all makes sense. That day I lost the concept of self realization and found myself questioning an unspoken genetic security. Although I felt like I had been shown the way and given some sort of key to finding myself, the air changed and so did time. I still feel a little out of place. I am not OF you. You are not MY blood. Yes, we share the same name, but we don't drink from the same fountain. You echo, and now I don't... I used to but only due to a misleading existence. Would I feel differently if YOU had told me instead of your wife? Would I still feel like I'm lying, when I fill out my medical history? Probably, but at least not knowing would not have stunted my growth. Going back, knowing what she called a technicality didn't make me any wiser or stronger (and she knew that). It made me feel more like an outsider. I knew we didn't have the same nose, or eyes... or even hands and feet or skin. Why our dark hair wasn't the same and although she was blonde, why she looked more like you than I. I felt separated from you because of these noticeable differences but I was still OF you. Now it makes sense and now I know why. The "whys" sat in my lap all of these years creating more questions than the original whys, and more questions that can never be answered. I know his name, and I've seen his face in mine, but where did he get his from? Unfortunately, that's something even he doesn't know. We share blood, the same fair skin and maybe freckled green eyes... we also share this cycle that lacks echo. Finding him won't help in finding me or where I'm from because he's just as lost as I am... if not more so. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V7 #7 ********************************