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Do we ever know ourselves like we know others? Do we know how we look and appear to others as we talk and express emotions, how we walk, smile, frown and gesture? The mirror cannot help there. Even our reflection is not a faithful representation being laterally inverted and we are hardly animated when we stand before it. Such thoughts provoked a poem:
F O R E I G N E R
Looking into a mirror I saw a face,
In the mirage I saw a strange city.
An urge to fathom the depths of this face;
Was fixed with a frozen familiarity.
Features framed in an ancient design
That for years I had watched and grown;
I knew each dip and curve and line,
Now it was the same, yet foreign and unknown.
Search for The Soul - Indrajit Rathore 
Very true, Indrajit.
We all look into the mirror and we all see something different. What we each see, is right for us – for that point in time. We’ll see something else, when we look again – and it’ll also be right for us.
Pity the person who looks and sees the same.
Peace,
Eric
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yes. but when the foreigner is there, it becomes real subtle – when you look too hard – the poem explains it best
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