Is it the stars? Is it the rain? Is it the light? Have I found something that cannot be touched by time? Is it the golden pot at the end of a broken rainbow? Is it the smiles at a sunset that waves good night? Have I reached the timeless breach? Is it the moon? Is it a mermaid? Is it someone I know? The night is reaching its end, and I, after being lost, have found the key: It is a mirror. And as I look myself in it… It breaks, so does my skin, the stars, its light, and the rain that reminds me that I have never been the reflection, but the answer that finds itself in the surrounding wholeness.
In our search for infinity, we find ourselves against time… and a mirror. The one that tells us how we look like. Is that mirror telling the truth or is the mirror telling what time whispers it should reflect?