“…we die to each other daily.

What we know of other people

Is only our memory of the moments

During which we knew them. And they have changed since then.

To pretend that they and we are the same

Is a useful and convenient social convention

which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember

That at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.”

T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party, via Sunbeams (Page 74)