reflection [Theme] Page 11

What we look like now is a perverted reflection of our spiritual features.

The world is a logical extension of you. But external is always a reflection of the internal. Any situation in the world is the consequence, the cause is in you. Any disease, misfortune, from the robbery in the alley before the crash fatalities - the consequences of imbalance of the soul. This development path, the only path given to us.

In others we see ourselves. And besides not capable to see anything. It's not bad and not good, it is harmonious.

Someone you love, it is a reflection. Is your brother by blood, in spirit, is your own face through the murky surface of the world, is the highest kinship, the kinship of the eyes, hands, souls, hearts. It is thought that become a continuation of each other, the ecstasy of passion, the imprint of the moan, scream, silence, sounding in unison...

Gun in hand,
And somewhere I saw him...
Maybe himself
I met the placid mirror?

- Water?
Yes... Like a clean, quiet expanse of water, where even the fish don't swim. If you try to look at it, the only thing you see is your reflection. Therefore it is impossible to understand the true nature of your opponent. And although it's right in front of your eyes, heart troubling feelings of inadequacy.

You can't love or hate the fact that there are other, if it does not reflect your own qualities. You are not interested in communicating with others on topics that are not interesting to you. What you see in others is only a reflection of you. You can't find in the other nothing you would find by yourself.

When the warden left I looked like in a mirror, in a tin pot. I thought my reflection remains gloomy, even when I try to smile at him. I turned the pot this way and that. Smiled again, but the reflection remained strict and sad.

Since then, I used to do a huge hook, but would not see my own reflection. Mirrors - what mirrors to avoid them a piece of cake, but the Windows and shiny wheels car is another matter. I could see them myself, and I was scared if I met the monster. Of course, I quickly realize what a beast I am, and can not describe what I rolled longing. And soon I worked out an easy trick: when it happened, instead say to yourself, "here I am" and close to tears, I said "there he is" and ran away.

People have little sympathy for those who see your reflection.

How rarely, on the face of another person, you can see the reflection of your own face, your innermost trembling thought!

The reflection sometimes shows more than reflect its object.

I want to see how I look in the mirror when my eyes are closed.

Everything in this world has its own reflection. Alive - inanimate. Mechanical - biological.