When I see you, I see me. You are my search for something more, something else.
In you I sense difference; you are the many parts of me that I have yet to discover, or may never understand.

I love you and hate you, need you and dispose you. I have many other versions of you... don't think you are so very special. (I know you do, because you think you are I.)

You are almost infinite, and yet almost infinitesimal in the bigger scheme of me.
Here are the last 4 versions of you and me.

I have more now.

The ego is the worst confidence trickster we could ever figure.

"I am you".

The problem is that the ego hides in the last place that you'd ever look within itself.
It disguises its thoughts as your thoughts, its feelings as your feelings.

"You think it's you".

Peoples' need to protect their own egos knows no bounds.
They will lie, cheat, steal, kill, do whatever it takes to maintain what we call ego boundaries.
People have no clue that they're imprisoned.