The Character of Image reveals who they are outside of themselves so their image is not themselves but an other. Yet, the other is still themself—an attached deception. Although it can be likened to a mask, it is not a mask. As an other there is no need for masks, it is simply other (setting aside the mask the other creates as other).
The other is the being from the being of image.
The image is the being of other.
The extraction of the other from the self, yet still remaining self, is the craft of the Character of Image. It is a supreme individuality. Left to that individuality it consumes itself into selfhood entire. Therefore, to explore the depth made vulnerable, the self must transform the I into them, the other, attached to being, into them. They are the other. They are the character—image contoured upon them. A supreme community bursting forth into the audience, the foundation of that community, made further communal by that very communal foundation of the supreme individual that discovers the other in the all.
A strange and glaring similarity. Almost uniformity. Almost. Just as glaring, just as strange, the diversity within the similarity, the wide void of difference that shocks sameness into the awe of unity.
With the dedicated craft of unity I come to a definition of love that I learned from Bishop Robert Barron, who learned it from Thomas Aquinas: “to love is to will the good of the other as other.” The other exposes the self away from the self so the self can love the other as other. The supreme individuality become the communal foundation. The supreme community becoming the foundational individual.
The craft—so selfish, so giving.