How often are we sure what the other is feeling or thinking? Yet, how often do we act based on these unsureties? Worse, how often do we judge, prescribe, hold forth about the other, despite our facile knowledge of their real feelings, thoughts, emotions?
Even in everyday occurrences, we can watch ourselves – catch ourselves – doing this all the time: giving a greater merit than warranted to our supposed understanding of those who pass through our lives.
Moreover, nothing is static. Change is an ever permanent, non-negotiable factor in life. This being so, and change being potentially possible any minute, or from minute to minute, how can we ever form impressions about people, set them in stone, and claim immortality for their foibles?
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