What
are
you?
Look
in a
mirror.
What
do you
see?
Do you
see you?
Or
do you
see
an
edifice,
scaffolding,
a facade?
Do you see
just a
vehicle,
a mode of
transportation?
Do
you see
what you are?
Can you
see inside?
What are
you?
Are you
just
a big
slab of
meat?
Just
a bag of
water.
Are you
the
blood
coursing
through
your
veins,
the current
charging
through
your
nerves?
Are you
what’s in
your
heart
what’s
in your
soul?
Are you
what’s
between your
ears
behind your eyes?
Grey matter
is that
what you are?
Folds upon
folds of
brain. Is
that it?
Is that
what you
are?
Is your body
just
a receptacle?
Are you
a projection
streamed
in
from some
other place?
Look in the
mirror,
what do
you
see?