Once upon a time, there was a boy. He was rather average. Nothing about him stood out. There was no fear and love emanating from him. There was so much love and fear radiating from him. But this story is not about his feelings. This story is about His character.
The boy had a brother. The brother was mysterious in his character and at times, the lack of it. Totally awed and intrigued, the boy wanted to be like his brother, the one whose character many attempted to determine. Many tried, but few, if not none, have succeeded.
The boy had numerous groups of friends, from school to church to others. Few saw all of him. Few could boast of knowing him in and out simply cause nobody knews whether how in or out he was.
Some saw him as a circle, others as a rhombus. Sides that a particular group of friends saw of him would never be seen by any other groups of friends. His circles of friends rarely mixed.
Yet as time flew by, the boy realised he could Never be like his brother simply because he loved his friends so much that by instinct, he opened up to them, whichever group of friends they were from.
The boy can NEVER be like his brother.
As such, no matter what side of him that people saw, they could always be confident that the part that they see of him is true and not a false impression.
The boy, like everybody else in the world, is unique via his character. Numerous sides and not all are seen with one eye yet rest assured what the eye sees is true and not an illusion.
