We have nothing but masks. Masks which we try hard not to discreet our real weak souls without. It will be always a quest we have to endure ; wearing our masks, never to show anyone what our real features are, our very selves included.
Can we, in a very special moment, take off that mask? Can we, in a very special gesture, nude that very mask? Can we ever assume that our beloved mask isn't a way of protection, it's a way of deceiving?! Not a way of holding but a way of persistent?
Can we escape our mask?
I doubt it.