The Sympathizer

I am a spy, a sleeper, a spook, a man of two faces. Perhaps not surprisingly, I am also a man of two minds. I am not some misunderstood mutant from a comic book or horror movie, although some have treated me as such. I am simply able to see any issue from both sides. Sometimes I flatter myself that this is a talent, and although it is admittedly one of a minor nature, it is also perhaps the sole talent I possess. At other times, when I reflect on how I cannot help but observe the world in such fashion, I wonder if what I have should even be called talent. After all, a talent it something you use, not something that uses you. The talent you cannot not use, the talent that possesses you -- that is my hazard, I must confess. But in the month when this confession begins, my way of seeing the world still seemed more of a virtue than a danger, which is how some dangers first appear.