What is it like to be you? Would I like it?
If I were in your head even for a minute what would it be like for me? Would you allow someone in your head for a minute, given the option, or would you insist that everyone stay out?
We often say, who do you really know? And isn’t that the truth, because we barely know ourselves. That in of itself is a life long venture that requires search, research and insearch (a word I made up, like Ogden Nash used to do).
I don’t know if I would want you in my head? I’m not sure that intimacy is one I, or perhaps anyone would want to share. Maybe then when we say, who do we ever know what we are saying is, who do we ever want to know.
The truth might be told is that the seperation between you and I, and everyone else is the pillar which allows us to survive. For if I were really in your head, and you were really in my mind, all those things that swim about our core – the sanity and the insanity – would no longer be our’s; would no longer allow for me to be me; for me to be an individual, and you to be yourself.
And that is what we pursue, like the Jews in the dessert who continually complained to God helping them with the manna, and the water – why? Because they wanted to be who they were not who God was.
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