Juli Gutar Man is standing straight, or maybe bending his knees in a guitar riff.
He’s playing the blues or country or Jazz in a dimly lit club, or at home in his livingroom; maybe he’s busking in the rain. He has an angel or devil on his shoulder. Maybe he’s at a crossroads! Part of his face is reflecting or missing. Maybe s/he is a ghost. S/he makes me feel (insert emotion here).
The truth is as diverse as the people who care to look. The only collective “truth” to be viewed here is one with no projected interpretation. The truth is; it is what it is and it is whatever you choose or believe it to be.
Every interpretation comes from our state of being, via our unique perspective.
It is in the perception of shared similarities or differences that we tend to relate to each other. What separates us is simply an illusion.
Juli Guitar Man is who you perceive/believe him to be. And he is infiitely more and infinitely less. He is!