Have you ever tried to look at someone in both of their eyes? You can’t. You can look at one eye ball, and then the other, but never both at the same time. So if the eyes are the window of the soul, then what does that mean? How can you know someone fully if you can’t look through their window totally and completely? Try looking in the mirror right now. You can’t look into both of your eyes at the same time either! So can you ever really know yourself?

And the more you know someone, do you like them more?

There is a song I like that goes “no one really knows the ones they love. If you knew everything they thought, I bet you’d wish that they’d just shut up.”

Hmmmmmm

I want to know people, and understand what they think. But only if they are thinking nice things about me. Otherwise, I would prefer they said all that critical stuff behind my back. And what about this baby I have staring at me. One could assume from her grunts and persistent slamming and grabbing of the keyboard that she wants me to get off the computer. Or does she? I have to intuit all her needs, wants and desires. Part of me feels like I know what she is trying to communicate. But maybe I have no idea. Maybe she is just pissed because of the last episode of Lost?

And what about my needs and wants and desires? Do I even know what those are? Sure I have a connection to my immediate demands. I need this rash to go away. I want an organic vegan doughnut. I desire a skateboard hover-board that floats two feet off the ground and flies me through the air. But do I have an actual connection to the deeper questions inside me? What is my purpose on the planet? Who do I want to be? How do I understand love? What do I want out of life?

And how can I answer any of these questions when The Munch is banging her face against my boobs and then pointing at her mouth. What could she possibly want? I guess some things I will never know.

How can I know you when I can’t even find you?