I knew nothing about myself, since I always identified with the mask I had created and meticulously worn. When I realized that, my soul wasn’t ready for the epiphany: this started an inner conflict, made up of silences, admonitions and punishments. Standing in front of a mirror or a photographic lens, we become aware of the Truth. It penetrates us, hurts us; it clarifies that, to get in contact with our mutable identity and raise our existential awareness, we have to humbly accept the pain of revelation. Like Pirandello wrote, we are ‘One, No-one and a Hundred Thousand’.
