One afternoon a young man came, knelt down, and stared into the stream. Curious as to what he was seeing, I looked into the water. There looking back at him, was an image of himself! He moved his hands slowly over his dark hair, and his image in the stream did the same. He smiled, seemingly pleased by what he saw.When he left I was so excited I could scarcely stand it. I had never thought what I looked alike, had never conceived that I looked like anything. So I knelt by the river as the man had done and peered in. There was no visage staring back at me. I looked and saw only water and reflection of the sky. Why was not I am able to see myself?
I did not have a face. I did not have a body. I did not exist! Except I did.
The Autobiography of God, Julius Lester
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