Since our technology is really just an extension of ourselves, we don’t have to have contempt for its manipulability in the way we might with actual people. It’s all one big endless loop. We like the mirror and the mirror likes us. To friend a person is merely to include the person in our private hall of flattering mirrors.
ONE BUT MANY
One God, many faces.
One family, many races.
One truth, many paths.
One heart, many complexions.
One light, many reflections.
One world, many imperfections.
We are all one,
This is Art holding a Mirror up to Life. That’s why everything is exactly the wrong way around.
I should think he must be rather a dressy man for his time of life. Such a number of looking-glasses! Oh Lord! There is not getting away from one’s self
Mirrors in metal, and the masked
Mirror of mahogany that in its mist
Of a red twilight hazes
The face that is gazed on as it gazes
Mirrors are dangerous things. They can just as easily tell us what we don’t like as what we do. Yet in truth you can’t tell anything from a reflection, as a reflection is actually empty.
Family is always a mirror. You can hide from other people, you can even hide from yourself, but your family is going to reflect what you’re doing right back at you.
Bewilderment increases in the presence of the mirrors.
Madness plants mirrors in the desert. I find the means frightening.