We are not the same. Mirror images, yes. Identical of face,
yes. Identical of heart, no.
Others find it hard to comprehend us, I know. They are blind,
cannot see beyond their eyes, cannot see that below the surface lie
different hearts, different souls, different minds. And yet I
find it difficult myself. I know your thoughts, even when I do
not share them; I feel your pain, even when it is not my own. I
love you, my brother, and could never bear to be parted from you, yet I
chafe to be myself.
We are not the same.