short babble.

I see faces in things. Lots of things. I used to think it was neat and mystical, but now I find it arrogant. What is it about me or about anyone that makes me see myself or something human in everything. 

Everything from flowers to stone walls to water to art to anything.

But really, what I do know about this arrogance, as I've touted; is it's driven by the genuine quest toward self betterment and understanding. If I can see myself in a flower, maybe I too am beautiful. If I see myself in a stone wall, I am strong with an eternal danger of avalanche. If I am water, maybe I’m unending and cleansing. If I am art, I am a creation, and I'm perceivable.

If I am you, maybe I have compassion for both of us.

And what is human anyway?

hu·man

  [hyoo-muhn or, often, yoo-]  Show IPA

adjective

1.

of, pertaining to, characteristic of, or having the nature ofpeople: human frailty.

2.

consisting of people: the human race.

3.

of or pertaining to the social aspect of people: human affairs.

4.

sympathetic; humane: a warmly human understanding.

noun

5.

a human being.

In #4 I back away from said arrogance and know, that this 'seeing,' is part of becoming that understanding and effectually being human and humane.

That's all I have to say right now.