The essence of a good reflection is in the clarity of the image that is returned to us. Fine details should be clearly delineated. A quality reflection should not be stingy in its commentary either; if there is a pimple it should exhibit in high definition, RED PIMPLE. A stray grey hair would otherwise deserve a footnote. Think of the mirror when looking at its reflection. After all, it could be a magic mirror.
I am hardly surprised that Snow White’s stepmother would own a magic mirror, how would she have otherwise known that Snow White was alive, well, and exceedingly more beautiful than her?
I would have liked a mirror such as hers, which not only reflects those who are presently and persistently in front, but also those who are absent. I would have liked even better a mirror that would show me the future.
A mirror that reflected the future would have been very valuable to me in the past. Which brings me to the thought, would I have realised the value of that future that was reflected to me in the past, or would there have been a distortion in perception that could only have been brought about by looking and yet not seeing? Summing up and yet not calculating?
Which in turn, reminds me of “Alice and The Looking Glass”. Which then cautions me of the hazards of following a white rabbit down an unmarked hole.
Had Alice had a mirror, she would have fastened the mirror onto a stick and lowered it into that hole just so, that she could peek into the hole before recklessly jumping in. Of course, a mirror would be completely useless to view the ‘appear again-disappear again’ Cheshire Cat once you are inside of Wonderland.
The Cheshire Cat argued he himself didn’t need to own a mirror. Albeit, who needs a mirror when you can make parts of yourself disappear? When altering an image no bounced-back light is needed. Instead, the refraction of light is required to confuse the observer. It’s funny that a property of light can be used to deceive or focus the light on a trouble-free spot.
A head here, a tail there, and just a smile, it’s what nightmares are made of – why is it then a children’s book?
Is it because it’s a simple tale to report?
Or is it because it’s just not that simple a report to be told?
“Alice first encounters the Cheshire Cat at the Duchess’ house in her kitchen, and then later outside on the branches of a tree, where it appears and disappears at will, engaging Alice in amusing but sometimes vexing conversation. The cat sometimes raises philosophical points that annoy or baffle Alice. It does, however, appear to cheer her up when it turns up suddenly at the Queen of Hearts’ croquet field, and when sentenced to death baffles everyone by having made its head appear without its body, sparking a massive argument between the executioner and the King and Queen of Hearts about whether something that does not have a body can indeed be beheaded.
At one point, the cat disappears gradually until nothing is left but its grin, prompting Alice to remark that she has often seen a cat without a grin but never a grin without a cat.” Wikipedia.