We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the
moment during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend
that they and we ar the same is a useful and convenient social convention which
must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are
meeting a stranger.
Wise words from T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party.
He is right, is not he?
Photo from: Paul Klee. Tightrope Walker. 1923 | MoMA
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