We are not the same. Mirror images, yes. Identical of face, yes. Identical of heart, no.
Others find it hard to comprehend us, I know. They are blind, cannot see beyond their eyes, cannot see that below the surface lie different hearts, different souls, different minds. And yet I find it difficult myself. I know your thoughts, even when I do not share them; I feel your pain, even when it is not my own. I love you, my brother, and could never bear to be parted from you, yet I chafe to be myself.
We are not the same.