We are all in our own minds a mirror of what others see. We do project what we think is pleasing to others... and this so often distorts us (sounds like a Diva!... she actually was almost made into the 3rd Diva and still may become so!) not only to others, but in the end our very selves. We sit poised in silence waiting for what is to come next, so that we can once again distort ourselves into that perfect someone, and then "present" ourselves in the pleasing package. But what is the cost? And when we are so bent and crooked that we can no longer even find ourselves, are we then truly lost?