It was a good copy, good enough that at first J. was sure it was an original. She pulled the painting out from the pile of clothes at Goodwill and thought, This can’t be real. But she looked at the price tag, 5 dollars and decided rather than buying food, she would buy this.
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Do you ever wonder if you know who you are? If you were someone beyond your friends and family? If your faith is just a habit? If you are an imperfect copy of everything they are looking for? If you were born in a different place, would you still smile the same way? There’s no way to define something except by its relationship to other things. And most definitions focus on what something it is not. An apple is a fruit in the same way that an apple is not a rock, because only by exclusions and inclusions do we find a place for it.
It was a good copy, good enough that at first J. was sure it was an original. She pulled the painting out from the pile of clothes at Goodwill and thought, This can’t be real. But she looked at the price tag, 5 dollars and decided rather than buying food, she would buy this.
Do you ever wonder if you know who you are? If you were someone beyond your friends and family? If your faith is just a habit? If you are an imperfect copy of everything they are looking for? If you were born in a different place, would you still smile the same way? There’s no way to define something except by its relationship to other things. And most definitions focus on what something it is not. An apple is a fruit in the same way that an apple is not a rock, because only by exclusions and inclusions do we find a place for it.