How often am I aware that others are only dealing with some role I occupy
in a society, some pantomime I am performing, some set of clothes and
haircut I am wearing.... while I am thinking for myself and acting on my
own, behind the image they see!
--Alphonso Lingis, Trust.
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It's so rare, but it can happen, even in the least hospitable place for trust.
When someone I know nothing about and who knows nothing about me approaches, nearly touches the real me.
The core me.
Because s/he sees the face without the mask, the (inter)face between body and soul.
Before - beyond - all labels, gender, class, family, country, culture, interests, impossibilities.
Before words, beyond fear.
Evanescent, uncapturable face, but it's there - it was.
It can happen.
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