People love and hate me because they see a reflection of themselves in my surface. I am the frosted over window looking over a desert. They do not know who I am. I am no longer me. I am s/he and s/he is me. They think they are talking to me. They are really talking to themselves. That is why I understand, because they already understand. I am inconsequential. I am the void. No matter what they leave in me, I remain empty. The glimpse of light is simply a mirage, the mirror they think they see. I have a love/hate relationship with the world. I have a love/hate relationship with myself. There is no tepid. I am the ultimate nobody. Narcissism is god, but self-destruction is salvation.