Chamber of Our Selves

I have a picture of me. You have a picture of me. And my neighbour has a picture of me. The other neighbour, too. So does the postman. And then my lover has a picture of me. And my daughter has a picture of me. My friend has one, too. And my friend's lover has a picture of me. My friend's daughter. And my mother. And my brother. The spider in the corner. My cat. My friend's dog. They all. And my father. He had a picture of me, too. And there's a picture of me in my driving licence. Hundreds or thousands of pictures of me. In all probabilities, there are some which are rather different from the others. And yes, there are some which are quite alike. But among all of them, you can't find two identical pictures of me. None. Even the picture I have of me is likely to be nowhere near the master copy of me. It's not right or wrong. It's like a law of physics - it's just that it can't be in any other ways. It's the seclusion of the ultimate undiscoverable. A natural state of every human being, regardless of whether one is aware of it or not. It's there. And I have a picture of you...