Man in the Mirror
Can you see the mirror over there? Here, the other night when I was looking into it, it told me a story about one of its brothers; i´ll tell you - all mirrors are related to eachother, because they´re reflections of eachother! That´s a little bit like people, but now i´ll tell you!
In a small apartment, somewhere in the city, there lived a young man. He had found the most beautifull mirror out in the city, and everyday he was standing and looking into it. Yes, he was almost blinded by its beauty, and often forgot to look at himself. He cleaned and polished it, and showed it to everybody who dropped in. It was such a beautifull mirror he had! Some years passed by like that, and as time passed he didn´t polish it quite as much. Well, it had to clean itself at some point. That was what it was.
But as time passed by, he began to find more and more errors on the mirror, but never saw any in himself; he only saw the mirror, and not its reflection. He began to complain that it was too flat, there was no depth in it, and its beauty had began to fade a little. It had become rusty in the edges, and it wasn´t at all as pretty as when he found it! Several months passed by like that, where he became more and more angry with it. It wasn´t a good mirror anymore, and a day he became so furious that he broke it. Now, all the chips of glass was on the floor, but the chips were still as flat as before, and sent even more reflections back at himself.
See, the point with this story is quite easy: When you´ve looked long enough at a mirror, you break it, eventhough it doesn´t give you or the mirror more depth
