Does my mom knowable, or does she unknowable? I don't know. My mother seeped into the whole of my life, while I never really entered her past life. I seem to be caught in a reality that lies between omniscience and unknowability. She incarnated into two images, the familiar mother in front of me, and the woman sealed by memory. I too incarnated into two images, one as her familiar daughter and the other as an adult cut apart by distance, making it difficult for me to tell the difference. "The real is unknowable", human perception can only get as close to the real as possible, but never know what the real is like. Has she really arrived in my life? And how did I come to know her through time.