Sameness

I realized I am the same as my mother, and a lot the same as my father. Not so much like my brother, but quite a bit. I am the same as everybody else on so many levels that the differences do not matter. 
I am the same as the cat over there, a bit like the house, the same as the tree, the grass and the blooming flowers. It is all the same thing, like the rocks and the see and the sand and the earth. If I look up I see the birds and I feel that we are the same. We have bones and skin, but I do not have feathers. I have never had feathers, but I have hair. My hair is the same as birds’ feathers. It does not help to fly but it is the same organic matter even if it differs by function. 
The birds fly in the sky which is so vast I can not see the whole of it at a time but I see and feel enough to know this vastness with my brain and within my head and body and in myself. I can understand the sky, I can adapt its vastness to my mind, so I can say that I am the same as the sky. My emotions fly like birds entangled with my thoughts and my feelings lurk in the deep sea of my subconscious.

I do not know whether I am the same as a black hole though. The knowledge on gravity is still vague. I feel it in a way, the concept of total disruption. I can relate to it when I am feeling hungry.
So there is this ant, and we are so much apart. Still, both our worlds are two dimensional. I wonder what my mother is up to these days. I hope she is being observant as well and not stressed out. She is a nervous person.