“Of these two thousand “I” and “We” people, which am I? Don’t try to keep me from asking! Listen, when I’m this out of control! But don’t put anything breakable in my way! There is an original inside me. What’s here is a mirror for that, for you. If you are joyful, I am. If you grieve, or if you’re bitter, or graceful, I take on those qualities Like the shadow of a cypress tree in the meadow, like the shadow of a rose, I live close to the rose. If I separated myself from you, I would turn entirely thorn”
