EmailThe Great Divide
On the notion that everyone is a stranger, because no one knows us from the inside.
Urged by this sudden craving for society, I go to parties, to weddings, to gatherings, anywhere people are, I mingle with the others, but my disappointment is almost instantaneous. We talk of the weather but never of the soul. So I retreat back into solitude, because to be with others who do not know you is lonelier than to be alone. At home again, I remove the mask I was forced to put on and look into the mirror at the two eyes looking back at me—the only eyes that have ever seen into my soul.
