We, humans, are good at creating narratives and stories. And the biggest story that we seem to construct is the story of self. When I look inward at myself deeply, I realize what I know of myself is very little. There are a ton of unknowns in the “who” of me and the “what” of me. Therefore I don’t even know myself well enough as a human in order to count as knowing one.

If that is so, then I don’t know any other human at all. Many people whom I seem to know are a construct based on my observation and from this, I have created an identity of these people that makes me seem to know them. And therefore, I do know that they are completely different from what I construe them to be. All I know is in the context of my observation and interactions, from what little I perceive of them to be, using that little information to clearly extrapolate to create a complete fallacy called my understanding them.

#BecauseHumans and the joy of nearly being one.