"All that we are not stares back at what we are."
-- W. H. Auden
I'm not sure why this quote struck me so this morning. Perhaps it's the thought that what I'm not is every bit as real as what I am. It's part of me even though it has not taken form as me. Maybe it's just because it makes me feel like the center of the Universe, the center of a vast web of connection. Maybe it's the thought that everything that lies outside me is actually interested in me ... as interested in me as I am in it.