Sometimes you don’t want to meet another, the other, every other, the one who is closest to you, any longer
You avoid him or her, don’t get in touch, you hide, you become invisible, unreachable.
Sometimes you do this very obvious, sometimes very sneaky and in you, you feel the pain, the pain of segregation and separation.
The pain you are experiencing is the pain telling you that you do not want to meet the other anylonger,
you do not want to meet yourself in the other.
The other shows you you, always.
The other exists only in you.
The other is you
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