We are a flicker in time. 

All we have to know we exist is connection, 

Recognition by others. 

And when those connections are not real, 

When they are pretended by false hearts, 

Everything becomes an eddy of relativism.

Our place in the paradigm we thought we knew can fall away in a moment.

As we can never know the truth in others’ hearts,

The judgments in their minds, 

Our existence is always tentative, 

Our identity controlled by perception.