Wednesday, October 2, 2013

THE MYSTERIOUS MIRROR

She peeks into the silvered eldritch depths whose rippling, ensorcelled reflection enraptures her completely. The mirror is an affirmation of being and sanctification of self hood. If she were to deconstruct the constituents of this self gaze she would meet her antithesis converging with her. Her being is tremulous and requires an act of will to authenticate it. She is privy to the pleasures of narcissism yet a precarious undercurrent of indeterminacy studs it.

The mirror is impassive, a form of non being. It's silvered rim gleam coruscatingly under the crepuscular dusk where the luminous moon, burgeoning, casts everything it alights on with an unsullied whiteness. The glass vitrifies her image into itself. It transmutes nebulous intimations into circuitous self regard, inevitably culminating in an apotheosis whose tenuousness is momentarily suppressed but never obliterated. She conceals her uncertainty under a patina of solipsistic self assurance. Being gleams iridescently but the gloaming of insidious darkness renders the pleasures of self complacence wavering and quivering, in the wake of its own inadequacy.

The answer to her incontrovertible beauty , her ineluctable singularity which she seeks is a projection and externalization of the voice within. Hope outweighs doubt, amorphous certitudes surmount excoriating self doubt. She is accoutred impeccably in self regard yet her unconscious, repository of her vertiginous depths, reservoir of her unknowability prickles with unguessed at profundities whose indiscernible nature augments her shaking faith.

Yet remnants of self possession ratify the image, which is her own, and indubitably stipple it with daubs of inviolable beauty whose ubiquity, putative at best, nugatory at worst, affirms a being whose thereness and ontological crystallization redoubles its hieroglyphic anteriority. She could traverse a collective, navigate the tenebrous wastes of the reconfirmation of her undeniable beauty the world proclaims but it is in self communion with the mirror that a vestige of identity reposes. She unspools after immersion, she abrogates uncertainty insofar as what she discerns is a shaky buttressing of knowledge. The mirror, on the other hand is a multifarious conglomeration of constantly configurable aegis . A glimpse into consciousness yields uncertainty and only the scaffolding of intransigent becoming propels continuation of self deception. She is, she becomes. She becomes, therefore she is. Yet the is, contingent of if dissolves into nothingness when from her deeper depths emerges a being that throws into complete self destructive impulse, aspects of what she has made of herself. Either she could solder with this extrapolation or destroy what it contains. She chooses annihilation.

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