Ideas come in pairs and they contradict one another; their opposition is the principal engine of reflection.
Your scare me rather. My reflection in the glass never did that; of course, I knew it so well. Like something I had tamed...I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.
A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the āIā pales, pales, and fades out.