Of mirrors and images

plinky mirrorMirror, mirror,
“When I look in the mirror, I see….” the occlusal (biting surface) of the teeth, the palatal or lingual surface of the teeth, sometimes and the posterior third of the tongue.
Then the check list works, healthy, compromise, decay whatever.
But that is not what you are asking are you Plinky, you are asking about reflections, images, maybe even facing one’s own self. Well, one does not really need a mirror for it, the act of writing itself is much like the construction of mirror made of words. Looking at certain illuminated corners of or cracks within the mirror the author can see an objective reality that compromises the physical universe, social communities, political dynamics and other facets of human existence. Looking in certain other corners of the same mirror he or she may experiences glimpse of a true self sheltered deftly behind a mask of public proprieties.
sometimes like Pablo Picasso I wonder, who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror or the painter? I for one, see the mandible, maxilla the orbicularis oris, etc.
Tell me something, have you ever wondered if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him? The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. frown at it and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it and its a jolly kind companion , so make your choice.
Pondering on the physical mirror, it can be used to spread light as it reflects it. Yet the Jews put a black cover over mirrors during times of mourning so that they wouldn’t think about themselves!



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