FYI: I am not fluent in English, I’m trying to be at least. Sorry for the potentials mistakes. Feel free to correct me in the comment section.
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Have you ever had this curious sensation, when you look at yourself in the mirror and wonder who is it that the glass is reflecting?
Of course, it’s you. Here you are, this is you, physically at least.
You move your head, you realize that you’ll never have the possibility to see yourself with your own eyes, you need a mirror or a photography.
This is a curious and powerful moment. Everything that is happening, everything you lived through, every damned second of you life have been happening in that head, that head reflected by the mirror. This is you, your physical entity.
While thinking about this curious feeling, your thoughts lead you to the infinite of space, the universe.
You realize how futile the human body is compared to the apparent endlessness of our world.
After this weird feeling, which started to become an overwhelming one, you are confronted with death.
Am I really alive? Is this really my reflexion in that mirror or what I think I look like? Is it someone else? Am I really alive? What does « alive » mean? Living? I can see my face, it’s physical, my existence take it’s form in that body of mine.
And what if I die? Am I already dead? What if it was all a lie? What if this life I’m living is just my imagination? Do I really understand that I am real?
As you asking yourself those hypotheticals questions, imagine you see the reflexion in the mirror moving, reflecting you, but it’s start to move on it’s own, it is not reciprocating your movement but live and act on it’s own accord.
Imagine that you follow the movement of that reflexion.
You are becoming the mirror.
You are the reflexion now.
You’re in the wrong side of the glass, if there ever was a wrong side.
What are you really when your one true self is looking at the mirror?
Other than that, when your independent reflexion leave, you are nowhere, in a place where existence isn’t real, imagine space but you can’t move and at the same time you’re drifting slowly. You can see but you see nothing. You only really exist when the other you present itself in front of the mirror.
But let’s go back, you are yourself now. The reflexion in the mirror is living its life.
It’s something frightening to see your body living a life of its own. A feeling of loosing control slowly overwhelm you. What does your body do? What’s life in this reflexion for the other you? How do you think you’ll feel? Like this is not really you? This other body that look exactly like yours live a life that is completely different from the real one. Yet it’s your body that you can see. Is that other physical life completely at the opposite of what your current existence is? Are you the same entity?
What if that reflexion start noticing you and realize that you are his reflexion? Do you think you would talk to each other? What kind of questions would you ask to that other you? What kind of question will he ask you?
Imagine seeing this reflexion of you passing through the mirror, touching your face.
You can join them or let them join you.
What will be you decision?
What if life was nothing but a very long and painful hallucination? A farce? A joke? A simulation?
A simple, yet sophisticated, reflexion of you own thoughts?
What if since the beginning, you don’t exist? Never was and never will be?
Your physical being is just a reflexion. From a mirror, a photography, someone eyes. You only really exist inside your mind. So, should we really put this much importance towards apparence? Shouldn’t we trust what we feel instead of what we see?
Our world is inside our minds. Individually and collectively.
Jaskiers
Jaskiers 