I am you, and you are me
Before bullying me off as a weird psychopath, I'd like you (me) to read a short story titled “The Egg” (https://www.galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html).
It's just a few paragraphs, yet it explodes with meaning — something I wish I had read earlier. I can't quite explain the impeccable feelings I felt after reading this masterpiece.
I am everyone. I am the kind, the cruel, the good, the god, and the devil himself. Every single person I've ever interacted with is an avatar of me, with different personalities, different lives - different other selves of mine becoming partners, wives, husbands, children, and uncles of my various avatars. Every single being I've met is a persona of me, with different aspirations and goals, different tastes in music and movies, different ways of enjoying time.
Different people with varying levels of success in life are just you and me. Hitler was me, and so was Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Well, that’s what the story The Egg is trying to say :P I had no intention of yapping today, I just wanted to share this awesome piece of art and words.