Conversation with the ladder

'My lows are lower than you, but my highs are higher than your highs...whence comes your peculiar midwifery?'
'What? Are you implying I am not higher than myself?'
'Is that not clear?'
'So be it then.. I hold the right to speak as long as you are below me. For this is my secret desire: that you can bring me to silence!'
'You speak the truth... the contradictions of your being are but beyond you.'

Ode to solitude

How much adjustment and good will is required before one can see one's own reflection in the mirror! One must drop what one is doing, walk up to the mirror, open one's eyes and look at the mirror for the mirror to look back at one.
How one may choose not to do some or all of these things! How much the mirror is not helpful in this regard -- a testament to the profound solitude of one's individual existence! Moreover: how superficial is the image when the mirror does reflect;for one sees what one wants see, what one has given oneself to see. How much is left unsaid! Isn't all showing a deceiving?
But if the mirror is the best we can hope for, then who wants the mirror? Bury youself under the skin! For the treasures of your being lie there uninstantiated as the great germs of the your solitude!