Take a mental journey with me. Imagine yourself standing in the bathroom that you grew up with as a child. Look in the mirror. Look deep into your eyes. See yourself as you are right now. Stare deep into those two eyes, past whatever color your irises are. Stare as if you are looking for something, buried deep in the depths of your soul. Now… break apart everything you see in the reflection of the mirror. Un-clip, untie, or pull out any jewelry you have on. Set it on the counter by the sink. Slide off your shirt. Take off your dress. Rip out the undershirt. Kick off your shoes. Undress yourself completely. Stand naked in front of the mirror, with your clothes forming a pile to the immediate left. Now.. Pull off your hair. Just do it. Every stinkin hair on your body. As you do this you realize it does not hurt. It is actually a pleasant, somewhat freeing experience. You are just peeling back layers. Flick off your fingernails. One by one. Attack your skin…let it slide off into a shylockian pool on the floor. Clog up the sink, then prick you finger and drain every ounce of blood into it the basin of the sink. Watch the sanguine flow like Niagra Falls out of your finger and down, down, down into the sink. Good till the last drop. Look back in the mirror. See your muscles and bones now? They are the next to go…its just another layer. Gingerly rip every bone off the muscle; Stack them neatly along the pile of flesh and lay your muscles criss crossed next to the sink full of blood. The muscles should seperate easy once the bones are detached. Don’t forger your gluteus maximus…you never really liked it that much anyway. Try to neatly pull apart all those little chords inside your body, but the tangled web of arteries, nerves, veins and capellaries ends up like a yarn ball on the ground. Lump all your organs: brain, heart, liver, onions, reproductive, etc together and wrap them with the large intestine for togetherness sake. DO NOT UNTANGLE THE SMALL INTESTINE. (Just trust me on this). There is nothing left but your eyes…still hovering in the same spot. Allow your eyes to softly float about eight feet above the piles of bones, flesh and meat as if they were tied to a balloon. Look down at your handiwork. Notice the flesh, blood, organs, bones, clothes, jewelry and stray body parts neatly organized amongst your bathroom. Look hard at the body parts in the same way you looked into your eyes at the beginning of this paragraph. Do you still see yourself? Is that you lying on the floor? What you see…does that feel like you? Technically, there is no difference between what you see in the mirror and what you imagine strewn about your bathroom floor..yet i would be willing to bet you feel different. Maybe it isn’t about what you see that makes you who you really are.