Mirrors, when I was more or less 4 years old, were a reason to feel a certain fear or apprehensiveness. I had the suspicion that my image had a certain life, a bad reason to simulate to be a reflection and he could someday see to other side, or just be tired to pretend…
I guess, it’s something natural in those years, the mystery in the shadows, the world is a big enigma. Now the world has more answers but potentially even more enigmas. The main enigma sometimes seem to understand another people, mostly they are similar to the mirror people, they just act like they expect but there is the possibility that they have a hidden desire of thought that don’t want to share with you. Contradictions to live in society I believe.
The exceptions, based in trust, are called friends.
Qhapaq 