Even with all the information at our fingertips, I still don't know what a person dreams of, hopes for, cries about, longs for, and ultimately, who the person really, truly, is, because us humans are all too good at sharing everything, but the truth of our humanity, the things that make us vulnerable, so we invent a shallow shell of a personality over the years to protect ourselves and thus we put out there only that we think is acceptable to put out there all while remaining in solitude with our actual self. I wish it would be different.