He said: "I see you. I touch you. I know that you are not me. You are the other; or maybe more accurate, the others, the many who are not me. But, who, really, is and are the other? Is the wind over the Bay the other, or is it more a part of me that you even are? Who am I? And, more deeply, Who are you? What are you? Where is the self?"

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