MADE IN OUR IMAGE
How important is self-image? Say if, everyone thinks you're a joke and you're the only one who doesn't know--Are you what you think you are or what others see of you? Is it like that bothersome tree in the woods that doesn't fall because no one is there to hear it? Is the Self limited to this sort of participation, available only as reflection or echo, never there unless bounced off a surface; and certainly not a thing indigenous to and sustained of its own accord--Is a person defined by their own perception or by that of those who come in contact with them, or is it how much these two are at odds that profoundly illustrates the character of an individual?
I suppose the experience is that when I LEARN that everyone thinks I am joke. How I will change in knowing this? Will I ever return, of course?
ReplyDeleteHow it grows from knowing their shame attributed here.
It is in the experience of how I am conceiving life. You wear a public mask; I don't know how important this is, but your thoughts are conceived in solitude and reflection. The scape you project into, this vestibule of information, I conjecture is the inversion of somehow your total-developmental-environ. In this, you are the byproduct of social recourse employed into you.
It's true, even with the mandate of separation-and-transcendence that your posse imposes in the coy and surreptitiously.