The Mirror

... the heart of my Mystery. Hamlet I look at my reflection in a mirror, and wonder, Have I really known him all my life? When he gestures, he looks as if he could be me, a little while from now, when things die down and assume their natural monotony. I hope he realizes he has to gain my trust just like everyone I see. He is no exception, he will not be privileged. Once we have built up a wall of trust, we can follow a different set of things, so like the first set but utterly different too. You may be confused by my rigorous reasoning but once you grasp my meaning, you'll be grateful. The time is out of joint, as Hamlet put it. We must act, and think accordingly. I am the agonized witness to this time, and so are you who occupy the mirror as I occupy space on the other side. You stare as fixedly at our ruined world as I do. Our dual gaze doubles our awareness. You and I are reassured by this. Agreed? I take your silence as consent... Already I feel a bond of trust is growing stronger between us. Have I not switched my address from the third person to second person? And when the words your lips silently shape are those that tumble into my speech! If this rapport continues to grow, we will build not only trust between us but a true friendship... Is this something you would like?