“We come from nothing, we are going back to nothing-In the end what have we lost? Nothing!” ― Graham Chapman
When I look into the mirror I see what everybody else sees when they look at me; an old man. But when they look at me they can’t hear, feel or smell the same things that I hear, feel or smell. Others, then, can only view me in a one dimensional form. They think I am an old man because that is what their eyes reflect. So they will feel no need to ask; “Who are you?”
But when I look out from behind these eyes I am as a child. I see the same things a child sees; I see a new world changing day by day; I hear new sounds; I feel new things, I smell new smells and I see new opportunities. Nothing is old; everything is here and now; everything is fresh. I am not an old man when I look out. So who am I?
Unlike the child I have memories; so when I look at an office block I can recall the old cinema that once stood there or the bombed derelict buildings where I played as a child after the war. I can remember the sounds of the early technicolour movies. I can feel the rubble of the derelict buildings under my feet. But my eyes, like the lens of my camera, capture exactly what the child sees; the pristine modern glass fronted office block with landscaped gardens.
So who am I? Who is this person who looks like an old man from the outside and sees like a child from the inside. Am I the old man everyone else sees or am I still the child behind the eyes viewing a world of endless wonder and opportunity?
And who are you?
PS. Needless to say I have disposed of all the mirrors in my house.