who are you

who are you

Early in the gospel of John a question is asked by one man to another.  
Who are you?

Not, what is your first name or your title?  Not, what do you do for a living?  Not, where are you from?

Two men in a landscape whose paths have crossed want to know the essence of the other.  

Words are there, and the sentences can be stitched.  But they might break if spoken too loud.  They are the thoughts you have your whole lifetime to whisper to your truest of friends.

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