I

I is between H and J.
I means me.
I is how the word »eye« sounds.

I'm thinking about buying a bicycle built for two.

As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?

We all live in a capital I
In the middle of the desert
In the center of the sky.

All day long we polish up the I
To make it clean and shiny
So it brightens up the sky.
Rubbing it here
And scrubbing it there.
Polishing the I
So high in the air.

And as we work we sing a lively tune
»It is great to be so happy on a busy afternoon.«
And when we're through with the day's only chore,
We go into the I
And we close the door.

Capital I, capital I, capital I, capital I.

I'm Nobody! Who are You?
by Emily Dickinson

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

No man is an island. However, our individual existences are Roman columns on the plains of life, symbolized by our word »I« (at least for English-speakers)

The oppposite of I is We, but the opposite of We is the two of Us, seperated, it is non reversable. So the opposite of I must be You but the opposite of you would have to be Some One Else, so it is non reversable. The opposite of I in a grammatical sense is Me and the opposite of Me would be You, if You are indeed my opposite, which in fact i do not know. Thus proving that I am all encompasing, I have no opposite.

our entire lifes were always asking about the »i« am I satisied? am I feeling well ? do I have enough? am I pleased? but when something happens that we were not able to avoid... we start to ask about god .. he must have done something wrong ...

...II, III, IV, V... The Romans, for all their vaunted smarts, never developed the concept of zero. Which is to say: something that numerically represents nothing.