12 Feb

Isn’t it strange how little we know of our minds? Our thoughts, our own feelings? We think things, but the person one knows the least is truly oneself. There is always so much to be found out from others, and humans do so love the thought of discovery, especially the uncovering of secrets. But there is a limit to how much one can find out about one’s own self, one’s mind, the innermost workings and devices of our being. If we saw a manifestation of our mind, would we be able to tell, or recognize it. Even the little (or big) similarities?

I wonder.


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