The Face of Things

Posted on November 24, 2009


Part of me wants to admit that I ‘cannot recognise the face of things’ sometimes; so that despite being alive I do not see (or feel) that I truly exist; so you could say that there seems to be no face to life.  Or perhaps that here I cannot recognise my own face despite its clarity before me – since I can only see it through others … where I know myself in others, only, in that they dictate who I am, in my mood and so on.  So that I am mechanically alive, just like a puppet: alive but not in me.

(Sometimes I chide myself with the thought: for heaven’s sake why don’t you use some of your inner resources as encouragement?  You should have a few of those by now!)

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