The Myth of the Mirror

Scrying the Self in the Eyes of the Infinite

Before there was language, there was reflection.
Not of thought, but of presence.
The shimmer on water, the widening eye of moonlight.
We did not look into the mirror.
We became the mirror.

And in that becoming—something ancient stirred.
A memory not of who we are,
but of what sees through us.

We built mirrors to know ourselves,
but the first mirrors were not ma…