That's the best that we can do,
While we assume it's exactly the same for everyone,
And that it will not change, too.
The self is the precondition for it all,
Even before space and time,
And suffuses every particle with existence,
Of a personal kind.
And so these hands that touch you are different for me,
And you will never get to see them.
And when you tell me things I'm not hearing you,
But sensing my world's air's gyrations.
But it's alright,
I know you're out there somewhere,
Even if I can't prove it with logic,
There's a crack to each others' world out there.
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