From time to time we find ourselves referring to our very first person
in the plural. Though we spend much of our public efforts on making
it readily apparent to even the most casual observer that we are not
a multitude, that we are, in truth, most singular and most individual;
we nevertheless experience our solitary selves as a first person plural.
On the inner playground, we are each a Royal We.
As aware, reflective individuals, we are constantly in dialog with
ourselves. We really do experience ourselves in the plural. In the very
act of reflection we become a duality, an observer and observed. Both
and neither. Taking turns, simultaneously.
This is what the Oaqui* refer/s to as
the First Concatenation: '"that you live with yourself,
talk to yourself, laugh at yourself, surprise yourself, promise yourself,
hurt yourself, fool yourself, trick yourself, reward yourself, support
yourself, forget yourself, enjoy yourself - that you can be good and
bad to yourself, that you can love and hate yourself, that you can blame
and forgive yourself, listen to yourself and try to ignore yourself
- that you can exercise self restraint, engage in self denial, self
abuse, self pity, self aggrandization - that you can have self, esteem,
loathing, pity, regard - that you can feel yourself - that you can feel
not yourself - that you can be self assured, self motivated, self cleaning."
Even though you know perfectly well there isn't anybody else there
but you, in the inner playground you are an entire community of laughing,
surprising, promising selves, and every one of those selves is you,
and not.
This is the First Concatenation, according to the Oaqui*,
the Mystical Manifestation of the First Person Plural, the Conceptual
Coronation of the Royal We.
