Is this Mind mine, yours, or ours?

2025-03-24

Growing up as a twin, I often wondered where my individuality ended and our shared experience began.

Our eyes see art; our ears hear music.
Our gut knows fear; our heart feels love.
Our brains know fact, hold opinion, have preference.
We wake and we rest; we laugh and we cry.

With my finger I give you direction;
On your face I see my emotion.
In my absence is your presence;
In your absence is my presence.

What I forget, you remember.
What you forgot, I am your reminder.

Individuation. Conversation.
We entrain thoughts and feelings.

Who are we?
What is us? Am I you?
Are you me?

Does the self begin, end or extend?
This mind is mine, yours, and ours.