We think we own things, but the reality is, our things own us.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
What we buy, and pay for, is part of ourselves.
What we share with another ceases to be our own.
Since we own our bodies, we also inevitably own the effects of our actions, be they good or bad. If we own the effects of our actions, then clearly we own that which we produce, whether what we produce is a bow, or a book - or a murder.
We are not our own. We do not belong to ourselves. But we have been purchased with a dear price. We have cost an immense sum, even the sufferings and death of the Son of God.
The truth is nobody can own anything. That was an unheard-of concept among indigenous people. We invented that.
Our sense of self is a kind of construct. It is in some ways like a novel, and it's like a fabric of fictions that we patch together from memory.
We must always think about things, and we must think about things as they are, not as they are said to be.
We do not yet possess ourselves, and we know at the same time that we are much more.
We must be our own before we can be another's.
We all have our own little thing, I think.