In this world, I wish there were a million me's. Together, apart, whatever. Clones, reruns, dopplegangers, duplicates. I'd love to have me as a thousand son family. And everyone says they'd rather be the original, and there's something to it, but I've never had a problem being the latest in the line of a time-tested secret, a formula held close by the men that came before. Life would come with an inspiration manual. Not the how and where, the timing and the path to Zen, but a few hundred choice phrases sure to resonate. Straight-up, guaranteed little bits of truth. All things I've figured out, but I'd know them from day one, integrate them into life and keep the picture moving forward. We could meet and talk and probably really understand unless we've spent too much time in the world of man, gotten quiet and unsure, strange, apologetic, and unclear. We'd have more than just the twin language, we'd have a posse behind us. Some understandings are built on the weight of experience, have to be seen to be believed, but we'd have the book for the concept stuff even as we work out and through the skills we gotta tweak to work. We'd be born knowing the difficulty of the long-distance and the conflict of the phased binary, but we'd still have to figure out the faces of women in love and disinterest. At least we'd have a head start and back up. Friends watch your back, but brothers are better. Self-interest can have some fuzzy edges in the right situation. A posse of me.
It can hardly wait much longer.
We'll be dizzy on the strength of self.