Walking in the marketplace, I notice those around me.

What of their lives, triumphs, failures, sadness, joy.

My life is selfish, wanting my own consolations and rewards,

but of others around me. Do I notice them at all?

Am I thick with the resistance of noticing?

So self-centered, parading around like a self-reflecting mirror,

Only interested in others good perceptions of me

and the image I project.

The one I want to see.

Genesis

“The LORD God formed man out of the clay of the ground
and blew into his nostrils the breath of life,
and so man became a living being.”