One day before, according to the Gregorian calendar, I am 70.
A good friend asked me how does it feel, and I did not have anything special to say.
It feels like something lived in this body, that is never the same body, and this body is almost transparent, it is not real. It floats in endless space, which is full of life and interest. Things happened to it. There are many stories about it and they seem to be lined up in some complete version, but even in this version there are many parts that have been forgotten, or that have been told in different ways over the years.
More and more and more I want to feel the endless.
There is a source for all that is experienced now.