Even the Mirror Will Lie to You About What We Really Are…
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Even the Mirror Will Lie to You About What We Really Are…
We live in a twilight of consciousness, never in accord with whom we are or think we are. Everyone harbours some kind of vanity, and there’s an error whose degree we can’t determine. We’re something that goes on during the show’s intermission; sometimes, through certain doors, we catch a glimpse of what may be no more than scenery.
You see that there is no “I” as such. “I” is, itself, a collection of thoughts, feelings and sensations that come and go.
How do you render your consciousness honestly? How can you transcend mere fact without getting lost in fanciful prose? Is all mundanity worth logging? Stop by stop, a robot announcer drone-talks the time, and my pointer finger feels foreign as I scratch its side. Who will be at the meetup tonight?