Searching for My Face in A Crowd

I looked at the red rose, the first person created an imaginary garden for the real rose, he was a dreaming artist; the second person compared the rose with the beauty of my beloved; he was a romantic poet, the third person thought of 6800 Angstorm and the pigments that make it red; he was a scientist, the fourth person concluded : the colour was added to the rose to attract insects to pollinate; he was a naturalist, the fifth person tried to find out whether or not the existence of the rose depends on the observation of the observer; he was a philosopher. I was startled to know how much I had found out about myself just by looking at the rose that I am a crowd, I am as diverse as the nature itself, I am a bunch of strings each of which creates a divine music, yet, I am a bunch of contradictions put into well-defined Pandora's boxes. When I was searching for my face in this crowd wondering either I am all the faces or n...