We enjoy anthropormorphizing everything from candlesticks to mice (my children make their utensils speak with one another),while we like to pretend to be anything but ourselves (i.e, robots, bears, soldiers, etc). Why do we hate to be who we are unless that hatred reflects something absolutely central to who, in fact, we really are? This is a picture of my oldest daughter.
Friday, October 28, 2005
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