TRY EXPLAININ THAT TO A KID who asks, “What am I?”

TRY EXPLAININ THAT TO A KID who asks, “What am I?”

“Kid, you are a small individualized tiny portion of the one awesome and unfathomable energy-consciousness-intelligence, which means you are an awesome speck of potential.  Which is why I named you BubbaJoe, when you-popped-out-of-your-mama with that jello wiggly plump chicken body.  And just so you know, you ain’t this here body you is walkin’ around in.  That’s just yer cover-alls, and them there cover-alls is gonna wear out, and when it does, we’ll have us a hoedown and get drunk and bury your sorry ass.  Now get out there swill them hogs before I tan yer backside, and ye better quit askin’ stupid question, or I’m sellin’ yeah to ole CooterJoe.  Might get more money from FannyMay.”
 One energy-consciousness-intelligence being and doing its potential.
“What’s all that mean?”

“Means yer the offspring of the one intelligence, just like yer the offspring of your mama and me.  Yer a young portion of us, learnin’ and growin’ until you gets smart like us.  Now fetch me that willow switch.”

“I’m a goin’, ans anyway, yer to old a rickety to catch me, and if ye try, maybe we’ll have yer hoedown sooner than ye think.”   One energy-consciousness-intelligence being and doing its potential.