(For anyone who thinks they know themself.) sh#*...I forgot my phone......I really don't want to workout without music...must be a reason...maybe I'm supposed to observe my thoughts...do like a James Joyce stream of consciousness thing...as if I know what that means after a 5 minute youtube video about Joyce yesterday...either way, sounds painful...just see if you can be alone with yourself....here we go...just me, this treadmill...and oh,...hello...an apparition...of me...in the glass window straight ahead...hmm...look at her...she's so much smaller than I am...slight.....squared off shoulders under a long sleeve solid T shirt,...a bit plain, I'd say...short hair under a free baseball cap with a Mako Vodka logo...not too expressive in her clothes or face...she doesn't look strong...but she doesn't look weak either...her arms swing as she walks...seems confident, but not necessarily self assured...an efficient utilitarian vehicle of sorts... carrying me around...the outline of the building across the parking lot runs through the her translucent body and face....her face is also smaller than mine...little features...except for her eyes and mouth......what would it be like if we met...would I like her...would I look past her, think she's uninteresting...would I think she's carrying a larger than life soul...would that soul shine through her face - a face I've never seen, nor will ever see directly,...I'll only ever see her face as a reflection...which as John ODonohue** says, is untrustworthy...she walks so fast...calm down, for G_d's sake...she's walking towards me...for 30 minutes...we've been walking towards one another...never quite reaching one another...and never passing by. Courtney A Brown **John ODonohue was an Irish poet, philospher and mystic. He liked to point out that while we see each other's faces, we never see our own. To send this note to a friend:
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