Posted on 06/24/2012 8:39:43 PM PDT by grey_whiskers
Once upon a time, there was a mirror.
And the mirror was bright, and polished, and pure, without any flaw; and it was said the the mirror would return the very image of its beholder without distortion.
And it happened, by chance or malfeasance, that the mirror fell, and was shattered: and it was broken, sparkling, into countless shards scattered throughout the earth. And the fate of these shards as they were scattered differed one from another. Some indeed retained their brilliance, such that they sparkled like a rainbow in the sun, but all their powers to return an image were gone; some others were sullied, losing even the luster of reflected light, becoming mere sharp edges and a danger to the unwary; still others were verily ground into powder and lost.
Yet there persisted into later days, or maybe they were visions of various men, but whether that of seers, prophets, or madmen no-one could tell, stories of an ancient time when the all the pieces were yet one, the mirror unbroken, presenting a vision clear for him who had a heart to stand, and eyes to see and behold, the mirror.
Many doubted these tales, saying that those who listened were mere fools, for such dross as could be still be found was not sufficient in quantity, nor was it of a type, that it should ever have come from a mirror. Besides, they said, even of the brighter shards, should they be found and assembled, was it not clear from their shapes that they had never fit together as a whole? And was it not readily to be seen that none of the pieces gave a distinct image? How then, could the union of such detritus, such fragments, ever be more than the wished-for imaginings of the gullible, and of those who deceived them?
And yet there are those who, guided by the reflections of the light, believe that there was a mirror, lost in the depths of time. And they look forward to the day when the shards are gathered, and re-formed, and the mirror once again reflects the august, creative image of its maker.
“In A Birdcage, Darkly” *PING*
The mirror Is not broken, it is the reflection of those looking in to it that is broken. They break themselves in to African-American, Jewish-American, Hispanic-American, man, woman, Democrat, Republican, 99%-1%, gay, transgendered, pansexual, jock, nerd, etc.
Just my alternative misanthropic view;-).
Parallel to this, a while back, our Pastor talked about those that pray America will be brought to God, when instead we should be praying and bringing God to America.
I would not presume to argue theology with your pastor at all, but it seems to me that God didn’t leave America, America left God.
I agree. His premise was rather than sit their and pray someone would see the light, show it to them in deed and in word.
I agree. His premise was rather than sit there and pray someone would see the light, show it to them in deed and in word.
I thought the title was a beginning of a limerick, dirty or otherwise, but then I found that just like there is no perfect rhyme to the word ‘orange’, neither there is a perfect rhyme to the word ‘mirror’.
And more, if you break a mirror, each broken piece will still serve as a complete mirror.
The good thing about limericks is you can use assonances ("getting the rhyme wrong.")
So for mirror, good approximate matches would be anything with "...earer" such as
"nearer"
or
"hearer"
or
"dearer"
Cheers!
Someone who knows Latin should work up the phrase "from one, many" and start using *that*.
Cheers!
Cheers!
Thanks gw.
Beautiful. Thank you!
Does no one know that this is the famous beginning of Hans chrIstian anderson’s snow Queen?
The more things change, the more they remain the same.
Thank you for the post and ping.
It would be no more or less beautiful to me.
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