I in Book of Lies.....

It is I that quantifies you. All you are is I. Without I ..I know you not. My predispositions, definitions, internal maladies produce you. If there is no eye, no ear, nor touch or smell there is no longer you. Yet there is I.

I construct you. You do not offend. I choose to be offended. You do not prove love to me I wish it upon myself. I cannot convince you to love or love me you would.

You do not.

I cannot construct the you that is I to you.