Surrounding the mirror are people and their motives and the world's creator which go noticed yet unacknowledged. It sits in a chair, unmoved by their desires, only stimulated by its own thoughts, its own enthusiasms, and the beauty of its own face. Years ago it looked to the side, away from the mirror, but was terrified by the sight of something other than itself, by the idea of compassion and love, by the reality of truth. So self-centred, it has become incapable of any act that involves the glorification of another. It has made a disaster of the trip it embarked upon long before we joined with it.