When I stare into the black backs of my eyelids, my heart and soul open up for other identities to pour in. I think and see and feel other people and live their lives for quick successive snapshots. People I don’t know or at least can’t remember or maybe my former selves. My ego opens up wider as my physical body is still the same and even my mental remembers mostly the memories that belong to my body but my soul that has a larger grasp opens up to a broader swath of the Self and let’s everyone else in.