Knowing
I'm thinking about how we know each other. I'm thinking about how I know myself. I've just spent 200+ hours with a group of people in which we said, aloud, intimate and sometimes alarming things about ourselves. We worked to bare our rawness and beauty and were seen, so closely, by others in the room. And here we are on the other side, and I am thinking: do I know them? Do they know me? Even the people with whom I felt most bonded, who most held me and who sought me out and I held them and sought them out, I'm thinking -- what do I know about you, other than I am interested and so are you? What about each other makes us interesting to the other? I'm inspired to make lists of all the people I've just spent all this time of, to find a collection of facts about them to sit with and wonder about. I doubt this will help me though. I already know those facts -- that's why I could make a list of them. The clue I'm attending to here is that I already know