My life story will never be the life I lived. It will be whatever stories people think they know of me, whether true or not; as long as they think they have found the “true” me. But I know, as many should guess, that what “truth” lies in my life is hidden to all, including me.
What fun it will be to see the petty attempts by all to know what does not know itself.
But it won’t matter, for they will still believe that they know more about me than I know of myself.