It’s just a chair. When you sit in it you can’t tell what it looks like. It’s looks don’t determine how it feels to sit there.
It’s mostly pretty when you’re not sitting in it. You can smile at it and nod at it, and think that’s nice. Strange how the chair has two distinct purposes that aren’t particularly related to each other. And yet here they co-exist.
I wanted to weave some thread about how we are all really just the chair, it’s visual presence our Persona, how people see us. And when people sit on us they get to feel our Shadow, the hidden us if not the real us.
Jung would probably punch me for such a terrible analogy. But then I would make him sit in my chair and he would understand.
All I need is my chair.