(Mask)Hope If

I was wondering myself in my little room, maybe, if we took off the masks we wear everywhere, we wouldn't find anything on our faces. We are humans who are masked, but faceless.

It's also possible that we have misunderstood by making one of the masks that we wear as our own face.

Whatever it is, if you look in the mirror, convince yourself that you are not wearing a mask.

Indeed, as Canetti said, metamorphosis can go on indefinitely. The limits of metamorphosis are the limits of human imagination itself.

The limits of the mask, therefore, are the limits of the wildness of man himself. If I'm a mask, doesn't that mean the mask is also me?

Perhaps, the human concept itself is also a special mask. Ah, doesn't this mean that we know almost nothing about ourselves?