Each day I have tried on a different person trying to find out who I really am. I’ve been trying for years. Now at last I’ve found him, and I have a different way of knowing.
It feels strange wearing a stranger for the first time, especially when he suddenly burst on the scene. Upheaval, not to mention mutual ignorance, has reigned; its unfamiliar robe has hung loose on the shoulders. This state of restlessness, innocence and ill-fitting affairs will last until the person adjusts the robe to fit and no longer becomes the stranger; but I will, or rather, the me that conformity has obliged me to wear all these years. True awareness alone will then reign.
In a world where conformity expects each of us to laugh and act like a clown even though beneath the mask we are wearing a frown, you can work out for yourself what this blog is about and possibly apply its introspection to yourself.