The theme; “I wear a thousand masks -- and all of them are me,” was apt at the time. Today, I don’t know how I would improve upon that motif.
|I wear a mask,|
The tragedy is, of course, that, in part, a sense of self; a knowing of who one is in the world, is an interactive process.
I have a self; a definition of “I.” And, I have a sense of you, a personal awareness of you, as an individual, and of you as a part of the collective. What we are all doing here in this world, this walk we call life that, sometimes – and sometimes not – is consciously an earth walk with our souls, the essence of us that resides somewhere other than here on the physical plane.
(More on this point in the future.)