Me. I am Me. One person. Among a couple of billions. One.
Me. One? No. More than one. A lot. There’s one Me in the head of every single person or creature who has ever known of my existence.
A world of mirrors. A reflection in every eye. A distorted one. One of them is distorted. No, not just one. I’m sure several of them are. None are like each other. They are all different. Hundreds of them looking back at me. Back at who? At what? Me? Which me, again? Which is the right one? They are all different.
How can it be? They are all me. One version in each reflection. A distortion caused by the surface. Source. Where is the original? I can’t see it. If it exists, how to tell? I can see reflections. Distorted reflections. Reflections that come from a source. I can’t see the source. All the reflections are different. I need a formula. I need to factorise this.
I have too, a reflective surface. A distorted one. Can I see the originals? Can they see me? Every one of them reflect on me. Hundreds of reflective bodies. How many are we? Billions. A world of billions reflected. An endless house of mirrors.