I would wonder if forgetfulness is more a product of convenience than cognitive function.

Accepting that I know so little about myself is the beginning of understanding everything about life.

Coming to the end of ourselves is one of the best ways that we can come to an understanding of ourselves.

Our shared humanity is far deeper than we presume it to be. For in the face of another we can see our own, whether that be our deepest fears, our crippling insecurities, our most intimate pain, or our greatest hopes. Therefore, the best place that I might find myself is in the face of someone other than myself.