I am like other people. Other people are like I am. We seek comfort in illusions that binds us. We are afraid to know ourselves and engage in knowing each other as comparison to what we might be. What we are remains unknown, behind layers of opinions that all come from comparison. Comparison between what we might be and what we think others are.

I am like other people. We share everything, and pretend to own something. We use our imagination to paint the picture we want to see, right in front of us lays the truth, easy to see and yet we choose the superimposed picture of imagination before the truth.

I am like other people. We come to a point, where this illusion falls apart. We embrace the truth and forgive ourselves. We see that we are alone, al-one, All One. And equal. Here is the start.