Just imagine living in a world without mirrors. You’d dream about your face and imagine it as an outer reflection of what is inside you. And then, when you reached forty, someone put a mirror before you for the first time in your life. Imagine your fright! You’d see the face of a stranger. And you’d know quite clearly what you are unable to grasp: your face is not you.
Milan Kundera, Immortality
1 comments:
But couldn't what I looked like from my driver's licence?
No, seriously, our appearance is such a determinant of our reception from others, it is amazing how often we reassess our own worldview by simply looking at each other.
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