found myself talking to the mirror today. who is that man looking back at me through the glass? I murmured realizing that once again I have to admit that who I am on the outside, this flesh and bone is so quite an stranger to my spirit. It is almost as if I the Spirit was put in this prison, this mold and was told that I need to learn somethings whether I the spirit wanted to or not. The problem most of us run into is that we do mistake the one in the mirror for the real self and thereby loose all touch with the true self within. When this mold is all dust in the end, how would I then see my true self? I have to keep reminding me through you that I am not this vehicle by which my self gets around.

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