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We glorify our self importance.
Make more of ourselves than we really are.
We live in constant illusion, acting a part.
We perceive others like they are nothing more, than extensions of our own egos.
They fall into our orbit, not there own.
We do not see the self simultaneously to another.
Only vaguely, mistily, rarely, do we grasp our real [...]

Peoples lives are written all over their faces.
It does not matter about nips and tucks or make up.
Your face reflects the inner state, whatever garb you attempt portray.
Men and women imagining how others see them; yet unable to see themselves.
Myself included in this equation.