We are so used to characterisation;
it never occurs it is our affections
create identity, so that people
dwell within us, we carry them around.
When we see someone, it is but a phase
of what is known about them; for in their
absence, they yet remain, and the loss felt
is in direct proportion to that knowledge.
The personal nature of our affections
explains the uniqueness of those we know;
physically, they are anonymous,
but within our minds they become known persons.
Persons I know who are out there, but in
my own mind’s purview; I make no distinction;
I identify them as who they are! –
whose knowledge is of who I am, myself.
