What if the Looking Glass were, at the same time, a window and a mirror, if the window was the mirror, the mirror the window? And your projection through this transparent/reflective plane did bring you to a world that is as externally rich as the self, in its internal churnings shifting through dark and light, directs it to be-the self and the world open to each other, if but for a moment? And that window offers itself to you as a space in your life, held shimmering in your vision throughout that sustaining moment, that golden hour.
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