The essay I'm working on says, among other things, that we can never really know another person.
My neighbor comes close to putting the lie to that statement. If we had enough time, she would tell me everything. I already know more than I think necessary. But for her it is needful to tell.
I will add that she knows little about me. Really. That's my choice, after all, and underscores the truth of my statement.
We don't know other people, partly because they don't let us.
So there.
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