I am not reduced. I can not be taken apart, analyzed, named, drilled down thru, categorized, itemized, broken into bits, shattered, reflected or reflected again. I can not be man or woman. No one can dream me and then wake up. The dark is no more me than the light. I am as much 
you as myself, but I am not myself at all. There are days when I sit with the Buddha and wait for the breathing to 
spirit me away. One syllable is all it will take to free us. Can you guess what that is?