Mirrors
Being truly alone is like being in a room full of mirrors
Nowhere to turn but to see yourself
Smash one mirror and you smash them all
Close your eyes, they reflect you still
Approach one, you get bigger, but smaller to another
Deny them all if you can, but you will always be outnumbered
Embrace one and another feels jealousy
Hate one, two or more will feign love
And all the time, this is just you, only you, all it has ever been
Just you
The pain of isolation seems built into us from the beginning, whether we are alone or with others. How can we ever escape ourselves? I am forever trapped in my own skull, going around in circles in there. The Buddhist doctrine of non-Self offers a way out: the Self does not exist; the ego is an illusion; become pure consciousness (through meditation?). But I am not a Buddhist and even if I were, this might take a lifetime to learn and even then not be fully understood. Can I ever stop saying "I"?
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