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Jul 2012
You say that you don't know who I really am.
I say that I can only reflect my inner self,
that I cannot directly show you myself
for even my "internal" self is simply a
reflection of perhaps my truer/truest self.

You can only ever see reflections.
You can feel, though not through your senses,
what is being reflected, but nonetheless
our mutual reality is one of reflections and
interpretations. Subjectivity. Flux.

You canΒ Β never know who I am, but don't worry
because I'm nearly certain that I can't either.
I can, however, clean the mirrors a bit from time to time.
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
(29/We're all a bit mad here.)   
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