by Antonio Dias
To you I only exist in so far as I intrude into your world-view. As an acquaintance, someone you barely know – we do not share much of a history – I’m; someone who does not appear particularly physically threatening; my existence – in your eyes – is a fleeting and transient phenomenon; my hold on your attention is precarious and, at best, fleeting.
Now, of course, the same is true of you and your existence in my eyes, in the eyes of others. Perhaps this is why we hold onto our belief in our distinct individual existence so fervently. Why we defend it so stridently. Why we are willing to risk and destroy so much if we feel that even looking at the question might risk that belief.