We all have stories and personal lives of being who we are. These are all, inside of us, invisible to others. When strangers look at us can see only how we look on outside. They might say "a nice looking fellow" or "he seems sad/happy/confused, etc..." Why we always in need of coming a conclusion of others by a glance? It is like going to a museum and saying things about articles we see in there without in need of knowing the history behind. I am faceless so you need to figure out me by reading what I write.
In the past when publishers published a book, on the jacket of a book there was nothing to see. Only things visible were on the side: a title and name of the author. I guess life was simpler back then, but, probably people were complaining "how not simpler things are used to be" as we do now.
I love reading books and especially buying them. I have two old books in my collection. One is first English edition of Seven Years in Tibet by Heinrich Harrer, published in 1953. Second one is first English edition of the Rise and fall of Cesar Birotteau by Balzac, no publishing date on it. I have read Seven Years in Tibet and it was a fantastic read. I have also seen the movie of it, starring Brad Pitt. On the other hand, I have not read the second book because it is a fiction. I had stopped reading fiction books around 2006, I think. Long after I bought the book. I tell you in another post why I have stopped reading fiction if someone asks me.
Both books, of course, hard cover. Nothing written either on the front or the back jacket. When I hold them I feel somehow different than holding my other books.
Appearance of these two books are how I feel about myself: who I am is not visible, on outside you can see nothing about me. What you see is not me because what you see is, what you believe who I am, is made of by you.
We are judges of one another and although I am one of you, trying not to be, seeking true me in these written words.
