am i saved? yes ( ) no ( )

am i faithful? yes ( ) no ( )

am i I? yes ( ) no ( )

is this my body? yes ( ) no ( )

is this my mind? yes ( ) no ( )

is this my writing? yes ( ) no ( )

are you reading? yes ( ) no ( )

The 'I' which approaches the text is already itself a plurality of other texts, of codes which are infinite , or more precisely, lost.

Roland Barthes, S/Z, 1970

infinite (my emphasis)

really?
perhaps.

but I am first thrown into a world I had no choice over.

why here? why male? why this body? why 1982? why an island? why my name?

but I am persuaded that I am free to choose.

wealth, health, CPF, love, faith, religion, education, work, death and Lim Chu Kang...

the choices seem infinite. but the path is inevitably as it will be.

I am born alone.
I live alone.
I breathe alone.
I sleep alone.
I dream alone.
I confess alone.
I die alone.

I obliterate my choices as a choice is made (freely or by external forces)
so unless one should turn their backs against everyone and everything in this world,
then the loneliness is a misery.

our first choice should be for the finite Self in relation to the infinite Other.

'I' is plural.
but it is not infinite.