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"Eventually you'll realize that you're alone. Not alone socially, but alone in the sense that all of these thoughts and images and ideas in your head can never really be accessed by anyone else. You're cursed to play narrator, protagonist, and judge behind the curtain of your behavior. Your words float up and pop like bubbles in the water while your internal self is left to drown. But then eventually someone comes along who seems to understand what's underwater, even if the image is refracted at first. You talk, you spend time together. You share stories and feelings and create your own experiences. Eventually you get to know one another so well that the power of the seemingly impenetrable barrier of consciousness that is your skull starts to fade. They know you. They know what's underwater. And after all of those years of thinking you were alone, instead of cursing the time you spent without love, you stand in awe of the fact that anyone could make the fantastic journey across the immeasurable nothingness between your minds."