Imagine someone knocking on the door. You answer it, and you see you. You don’t see you like you would if you were looking at yourself in a mirror. You see you in the flesh. It’s exactly the same you, except its not you, because you are you. This you is a complete different being, he has a mind of his own.
You let him in. What do you talk about? What is it you can say that he is not already thinking? Do you feel comfortable because, finally you know somebody who understands you, or do you feel intimidated because this person truly understands you?
Things I always think about when I find myself alone!
ZQ.
You let him in. What do you talk about? What is it you can say that he is not already thinking? Do you feel comfortable because, finally you know somebody who understands you, or do you feel intimidated because this person truly understands you?
Things I always think about when I find myself alone!
ZQ.
