The Mirror it allows us not to see only ourselves but our souls. all it takes is a passing glance Poof! You see your true self. Staring Staring into the mirror the mirror to your soul. deeper you see down into every aspect of your life problem or profit true or contrived, large or small important or trivial. Each shows itself in the form of a small mark or line or discoloration on your face. The whole picture fits together and comes into light. For one brief second you have the answer to your problem. Alas, that answer is too complex and long to store or remember, so you turn yourself away from the sheet of insight (not just sight) Only to find now that you are just as clueless as before.
Reason for writing:
walking past the mirror and looking at myself and how
I have changed and continue to change and how it is
"reflecting" on me
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