It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
Weary and bruised to the bone,
And do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center
Of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside
When all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
And if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
An experiment - of the mind, of the photograph.
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