“It can't be,” I exclaimed. “You're suggesting the reflection is real. And the real, is not?”
I only said that the rules of one game, prevent you from seeing the other.
“Then should I close my eyes?”
Certainly not. When a man or woman is in hunger, they know hunger. And they understand the hunger of another. As long as hunger remains, the thrust is to make oneself full.
“But it IS possible to put on a good face! View things in light. Dis-own the dark. Set out in the morning with first foot right.
True. But deep, the hunger remains. And when cloud returns, it is hope for bread that appears. Even the poor can dream.
“Then I shall walk into the mirror. Or slip into the pond. If best for me, is but a ghost or dream.”
There is a place for ghost. Images. Pretend. But the trick, -- is to remember what side of the mirror you are on.
“Then I shall label my hands. With Right and Left. Or Religion and Lust, so I will know what side of the tree I am.”
You might wish it were so. But labeling, or judging, would be based on what you see—the reflection, based on need. And not real.
“Now I am perplexed. And I think you, --the verge of mad! I intend to watch you closely. To see you walk backwards. Even run. For it must be a great feat!
You will see nothing. Unusual. When the eyes are hunger, everything you see is based on need.
“Then I will change my eyes. Pull them out. Hope I will not make worse, by turning shadow into dark.”
Unfortunately... re-arranging the chairs in a room does not change the address of the house.
“Then how or what must I do? If everything is backwards, physics based on need, then how am I to change this? Give me a word. A creed. A wonder. Certainly a deed!”
Have you not seen the clues?
“I might say that I have. But all backwards in the mirror as you told. Which frightens me to think that any phrase or story, could be backwards even more.”
to be continued...