Every person you meet returns to you a piece of your original self.
Every person you come in contact with presents to you a shard of fractured mirror – reflecting back to you a piece of your self that was lost in the chaos and the entropy that was your birth and becoming.
The mirror image is your original self.
We think we lost it, but we are surrounded by pieces of it every day.
We think it was taken from us, but we need simply open our eyes and recognize it.
We think we must seek it out, but we need simply let the pieces return to us in their own time.
This original self has a name.
You need simply to speak it.