Looking in the Mirror

The sparrow doesn't fly knowing what it is. I read this quote that said human beings were never supposed to know what they look like. That mirrors were an invention of men that have caused more harm than good and I wonder, truly, I beseech you to search to dig a bit deeper and to understand what exactly that might mean because as far as I am concerned for one to be able to be made in the image of another, one must be aware of what they are. I guess this is my way of declaring, deciding, depending on the fact that there are indeed mirrors in heaven and that there are not a few but many.

Perhaps the very air, the atmosphere itself is a mirror. One that demands to be felt, to be seen. One that the very presence of God saturates. And I wonder then, as so happens when one stands in front of a mirror, what it feels like to see yourself not as you desire to be but as you are in His sight.

I was a girl when I decided that the mirror would be my friend, my thermometer, my gauge of experience. I even gave myself two: a physical mirror and an invisible one. I used my emotions as the primary mirror by which I reflected on the world. My words another, my writing the last, and yet in all this, I have yet to know who it is that looks back at me. Yet to experience who it is that makes my heart race, yet to recognize what here on Earth could be The Cause of All of This.

It's something I ponder. Something I wonder, something I decide to pick up every now and again and contemplate in light of who I've been made to be.

I hope this letter finds you well. Greet my brethren for me. Greet my sisters, it is a great undertaking we've begun on, this business of living, yet its burden is not our own, for it is my belief that we would spend too much time looking at it in the mirror, if it was.