Memento Mori, Refracted Reflections, As Above So Below

Mirrors have the power to disturb, or please us. Gazing at our reflection in the mirror, we most often see what we want to see--the image of ourselves with which we are most comfortable. We tend not to look too closely, ignoring the wrinkles, and blemishes. But if we do look hard at the reflected image we sometimes feel that we are seeing ourselves as others see us, as a person among other people, an object rather than a subject. For some, that feeling unsettles us and makes us shudder-- we see ourselves, but from the outside, minus the thoughts, spirits, and soul that fill our consciousness. We are a thing. Other times, we feel we are seeing ourselves as we see others, as separate but connected, separate objects to the same subject. For those, it brings a sense of oneness and relief-- they can see and feel the connective driving force behind the hall of mirrors like subjective sparks reflecting and flitting about the neural pathways telling the story of the greater whole. A life within the lifelessness. The mirror reflects only what you're willing to look at, and accept. What do you see; Life, or lifelessness? Perhaps, both? Perhaps, neither?