I am no more the mask than the face underneath it, or the muscles underneath the face. Under this mask is not my face, it is the face of another. A person I do not know and probably will never know. It is the face of things that were.
We are what we were, what we experienced, what we learned. We are the past that shapes the future. We are the dreamers, shapers, singers and makers. We are abstract. We are magical.