We have the 8:00 to 14:00 job, we have the house, the children, the bills, the t elevision, the

hobbies, and the errands that we run every single day, and we eve ntually begin to belive that this is who we are. But who are we beneath the job titles, beneath the status of "Mother" or "Father", "Theist" or "Atheist", "Comm unist" or "Democrat", "Black" or "White", "Man" or "Women"? Who are we? We don't know. Because every time we hear an answer that we don't want to accept about o urselves, we deny it. We'll pass it of and project to somebody else and judge th em for it. This is repression, and we can see what repression can do to us on an individual level, but what about on a collective level, of humanity? What happe ns when the whole world refuses to see what they trully are on the inside? -Kymatica