Old mirrors are full of mysteries. They reign in great halls & galleries, reflecting faded beauty of the old days. They have seen all the shades of human nature, glory & misery, wisdom & foolishness of mankind. And praised be craftsmen who have made them: perhaps, they could hardly imagined that their works would last over centuries and would be so lucky to become famous & very wise.
These gorgeous glasses, absorbed layers of real Time, always keep the air of their original view. No matter how many years have passed, no matter if they have never been moved, this first cheerful meeting with the world might be easily read in their reflections. They are tunnels connecting us with alive History, for there are so many ones interested to look in a mirror and we face their shades constantly whenever we are in front. The feeling of uneasiness mixed with curiosity fills the heart. Why won’t the mirror tell about them? What if once I had been among this crowd.. for there are so many lives we pass on Earth! Who knows where I’ve left my footprints…And what is it: to see your own reflection through Time, to meet with yourself many centuries after? Does it mean to resurrect a particle of your own History or to run our personal Time in a new direction?
Sometimes the old mirrors are covered with a black veil. As if they wish to hide something from us. As if they want to save a bit of the forgotten view only for themselves. We should respect their choice and if we’re eager to learn at least the essence of their secret, we could reconstruct the picture ourselves.
Old mirrors…I guess there is something similar in other Universes & dimensions. Our Creator must have made a lot of them & enjoys watching us. I wonder, what appeared first: the world or a mirror reflecting it?