Love.
If we learn ourselves...
If we love our true selves...
We can be happy...
But we look at ourselves in the cloudy reflections of filthy mirrors.
And that's not us.
And we pretend to fall in love with all the ideas of the imagery that we think we can make out.
And we adjust the mirror... and the filth, to try to make the image better.
And convince one another.
But that's not us.
That's not love.
Love is deeper than that.
We are deeper than that.