I don't remember the notes. Improvising on a piano. I cannot recall the melody. Not even a rhythm. So I play what comes to mind and go according to my mood. My many moods actually. The sound comes and goes and then comes again. I hear it different that what you are listening to. Isn't it weird? We also only have a limited and specific view of ourselves. Comparing to the music that comes from the piano and the fact that what you listen is different that what I hear, it's truly fascinating. And strange. I wish I could feel or sense how you perceive me. To have a tour in your brain. The way I look at myself is so unrealistic. But... what is reality really? It might be what we make it to be. Is it what we see with our own eyes? But then it means that my reality is different that yours. And if 8.1 billion people exist in this world, that means there are 8.1 different realities. And we will never have a glimpse of another reality expect our own. The truths are many. We live in a world, full of people that live in their own worlds..Is there really a reality then? We share and exchange 'ourselves' and it is amazing that we do that. But there is a big question mark always at the end. What do we know? Is there a bigger truth? I believe there is, but it's also bigger than us. So we have hidden it if by any chance we used to know that truth centuries and centuries ago. Or we are about to find out on the century to come. There is also a chance that we are never supposed to know. The collective , universal truth might destroy us .. we will never be able to handle it. Or maybe someone finds out on an out of body experience or a near death one. And then comes 'back' and have no words to communicate it with the rest of us. Because it is the ultimate feeling.