I was seventeen years old attending a private Catholic school. I wasn’t Catholic.
“It is true that a mirror has the quality of enabling a person to see his image in it, but to do this he must stand still.”
– Soren Kierkegaard
I was confronted with myself. I was divided, and yet it was not the division that frightened me. The thing I feared most was that I didn’t care. I was completely apathetic, indifferent, and uninterested. I thought. I thought myself indifferent until my self-conceit stood exposed concerning the hardness of my heart and for a brief moment I had recognized my true condition.