The confusion that is life is engendered in the soul every man. But the question remains on the tips of our hearts. Are we made by the names we are given? Or are we made simply by who we are? So tell me your name. For I know the who that is you. Do you know me with the face I wear? No. It is a mask that hides the eyes, Of my true intentions.
------------------ Everyone has a photographic memory... ...most of us just don't have film!