The world is a mirror reflecting other mirrors.
Mirrors upon Mirrors.
Iâ€™m at Starbucks. I see a man with a pot belly. I think of Buddha. Not as a representation but as a justification for a redemption of the manâ€™s pot belly.
Have you ever seen Buddhaâ€™s belly? Itâ€™s huge.
The man at Starbucksâ€™ sits down with a medium cup of coffee and milk (I donâ€™t know Starbuckâ€™s jargon that describes sizes) and a pastry, perhaps the cause of his belly, perhaps not.
As I look around, all the men, including me, have potbellies except one, a football player type. We all mirror one another and are mirrors for one another whether weâ€™re aware or whether we like it or not. We are mirrors for all pot bellies around the world. Mirror upon mirrors.