Is it possible for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?
We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person's essence?
We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?
Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment. Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.
It's the same for you.
You are no longer the same person you were a few days ago.
You are a stranger.
And I don't know you any more.
Not knowing you is like feeling a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest.
An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it.
It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.
The pain is an anchor, mooring me here
Yet some more pseudo writing.
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