This life, this reality, is mostly a hall of mirrors. A matrix of reflections.
We learn through each other. We come to know our self through interaction, through relationship. Whatever we see comes through a mirror—inverted, distorted, sometimes like a photographic negative. But still… revealing.
It is assumed that we all separate concepts, that we’re all split inside—like our civilized world is split into opposites, into areas, into subjects, each filed separately in compartments. But assuming that the common is the baseline, or natural, or true, prevents us from seeing what is real.