The Bite
Chimy Changa

About mirrors

By Kington



This came to me the other day as I was washing my hands and looking into the mirror.

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Because there is no such thing as a perfect mirror therefore we can never really see ourselves for what we are.
After all mirrors only provide a reflections from an angle.
Even human eyes see things from 2 different angles.
And the surfaces are smooth to our eyes but there's no proof that it really is smooth so we will never see ourselves as others see us too.

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Looking into a mirror we are treated to a sight of ourselves albeit reversed a sideways reverse.
For a lack of a perfect mirror there is also no perfect reflection so there will also never be a perfect opposite of what we are.
Even if we were to find someone that could come close to being a reverse of everything we are it is still dismissable because who could prove it?


Being that way wouldn't everyone be even more unique?

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I've got too much free time recently so these kind of things are spewing out of my head.
 

VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

By Kington
Okay men listen up.

Jorrel isn't around to inspire.

So a collection of his works. And of course whatever I've learnt from him.

Su Ann do you know why he doesn't feel the pain from his wounds? It's because he's basking in your beauty.


It came out something like that. I was all covered in wounds and bleeding so Jorrel came up with that when Su Ann asked about pain.

If 'right' is leaving he'd rather be wrong.


That was pitched at Su Yi about another guy.

I can't really remember too much of it cause it comes out often..

But I've learnt from him.

In ancient times they thought the moon had magic because it could fly without wings in the night sky. But the beauty I see before me here is truly magic to me.


All saved up for future use.

With beauty like yours everything else becomes a blur to his eyes.


Edited from use on last Friday I think.

Even blind men can see beauty as great as yours.


Also in the bank.

I'm very good at steadying my emotions but why does my heart flutter whenever I see you.


In the bank too.

What power does the lords of hell have over the damned if the damned can never dream of heaven? To me you're my heaven. And I'm like the damned.


Inspired by Neil Gaiman. He wrote that in the comic about Dream of the Endless.

I'll tambah more when I figure out more.

Wednesday is coming!!