How can I explain myself?

As Peter Frampton says, “Do you feel like I do?”

I don’t think so… How could you?

You haven’t been where I’ve been, you haven’t seen what I’ve seen.

Can any of us truly explain ourselves to one another?

Explain yourself to me, and all the issues you’ve had to deal with. Are we both foolish enough to believe that I can comprehend your hardship, your triumph, your historical reference?

Why do we even attempt to explain ourselves? Is anybody listening? Does anybody truly care?

What difference does it make?