We all carry the question, “Who am I?”—whether as a whisper in the quiet hours or as a shout in the face of adversity. To explore this, let us step into two worlds: the one we see with our eyes and the one we feel with our heart. Each offers a different answer. Which one do you choose?
Through the Eyes of the World
In the eyes of the world, I am a name, a body, a story shaped by time.
I am an 82-year-old author, publisher, husband, and friend.
I am the sum of my roles and achievements—an independent publisher at Dino James Books, a writer of essays and books on politics, spirituality, and the human condition.
I am a former teacher of A Course in Miracles who lost his voice to cancer but found new purpose in words on a page.
I am a cancer survivor, a lifelong learner, a dreamer, a realist, and a man who has known both the joy of love and the ache of loss.
I am a man shaped by the times I have lived through, from the Cold War to the rise of modern authoritarianism, from the civil rights movement to the digital revolution.
I am my habits, my likes, my dislikes, my struggles, my hopes.
I am a body that ages, a mind that thinks, a heart that beats.
But in the eyes of the world, I am also limited. I am defined by my past, by the labels I wear, by the boundaries of time, culture, and expectations.
I am a product of my choices—and sometimes, a victim of my circumstances.
I am a “me” in a world of “others,” striving for significance, fearing insignificance.
I am often caught in the dance of ego: comparison, competition, achievement, and loss.
I am seen as separate—a single figure moving through the landscape of life.
Through the Eyes of Spirit
In the eyes of Spirit, I am none of those things.
I am not my body. I am not my name. I am not my story.
I am pure, formless awareness—a limitless extension of Love itself.
I am a thought in the Mind of God, unbound by time, untouched by circumstance.
I am as I was created: whole, innocent, eternal.
Spirit sees me as light, not shadow; as cause, not effect.
I am a reflection of the Divine, the embodiment of peace, a vessel of truth, an expression of joy.
I am not separate, but One with all that is.
I am the ocean, not a drop.
I am love, not a seeker of love.
I am forgiven, and therefore I forgive.
I am the dreamer of the dream, not a victim of it.
I am not here to fix the world, but to remember that I am not of it.
Spirit calls me home, whispering:
“You are the light of the world. You are the peace you seek. You are the answer you long for.”
The Invitation
So, who am I?
Am I the story of a man, defined by roles and history?
Or am I the timeless, changeless essence of Love and Light?
I leave the answer to you, dear reader.
But remember, what you see in me, you see in yourself.
The choice is yours.
