What is the experience of being truly and fully seen? What would we change about ourselves at that point – to try and blend in – if we couldn’t hide things from one another?
What would we look like if we shed the uniform of uniformity (and conformity)? What would happen if (it was 75 degrees all the time everywhere) everyone woke up naked and there was nothing – anywhere – to hide behind? Figuratively and literally?
We impose prison after prison after prison on one another.
And on ourselves.
We have layers of them.
For what purpose and to what end. Control? Of what? Each other? Who’s controlling whom? What are they getting out of it? Why do we allow it? What are we getting out of it?
What is the big picture?