April 17, 2019

Footprints

We have our secrets and our needs to confess. We remember how, in childhood, adults were able to look right through us, and into us, and what an accomplishment it was when we, in fear and trembling, could tell our first lie, and make for ourselves the discovery that we are irredeemably alone in certain respects, and know that within the territory of ourselves, there can be only our footprints.
— R.D. Laing, The Divided Self: An Existential Study in Sanity and Madness, 1965