I repose with sadness beneath a canopy of memories; and watch my life -- how it unfolded -- wondering exactly who lived it? Not all the sentiments were mine; not all the thoughts would I agree with. As if a ghost had given me his memories, and left me to contemplate them for a while. What frightens me is that this ghost intends to continue using my body. But I shall not let it! I shall awake! The life of unawareness is too small for us both.