Well we all have a face That we hide away forever And we take them out and Show ourselves When everyone has gone Some are satin some are steel Some are silk and some are leather They're the faces of the stranger But we love to try them on ...Once I used to believe I was such a great romancer Then I came home to a woman That I could not recognize When I pressed her for a reason She refused to even answer It was then I felt the stranger Kick me right between the eyes (Billy Joel, "The Stranger", 1977) I have been pondering lately about people and how complex we all are. As individuals we wear many faces, masks, make-up etc. To our family, our friends, our teachers we are all different people. Who are we really? Do we even know? When the lights are out and we lie in bed, when the days activities and stray thoughts flutter around in our brain, do we realize who we are? Where in that day we acted out a new face? A new persona? When do we act as we truly a