Knowing about someone is not even remotely the same as knowing someone. My name is Keith. “You are the light of the world,” Jesus said.
We hide ourselves in order to experience the unbearable thrill of being found.
His armour was so cracked, battered and holed that his light was escaping.
Personality derives from the Latin for “theatrical mask.” Can we change our personality, fix or improve it? I would land softly on the side of ‘no’ and suggest our real work lies elsewhere.
An introvert to the same degree that the Pope’s a Catholic. Sky-high privacy needs. Expresses self in drips. No EQ. Unaware of how he feels until two days after he’s felt it. Small outer world, big inner one. All of reality filtered through plus-sized head. Lensed eyes emit faint sucking sound. Considers his 150-pound body. Asks, What’s this for? Dream vacation: Two weeks in a turret where he can see the most while being seen the least.