The Mirror’s Edge
S and I were marveling over our love of the same book – The Razor’s Edge – but it’s no marvel – we are both seekers and that is the quintessential book on this theme. Walking along the glassy bayou this morning, I turned into City Park and the lagoon was so dark and inky, so reflective, so mirror-like, that I thought of Narcissist and how he loved gazing at his reflection. Did Narcissist see inside himself, was he self-aware? Because a friend was telling me he operates under the guise of self-loathing – has he gazed inside and seen something there he hates or does he believe if others could gaze in there that is what they would see?