chapter 58. MIRROR #2
on face and mirror
THE IMAGE of two identical trigrams: below a Lake, above also a Lake. A lake or a marsh, at least a still water. Not the turbulent water of a mountain stream, or the seething water in a cauldron. Nor the raging water of the surf, or the rushing water of an autumn shower. The surface of this water is perfectly smooth. It won't let itself be looked into for now; it reflects right back. Anger reflects back as anger, a question as the next question, a joke as an even better, new joke.
In a lake, life comes to rest - for as long as it lasts. After the frenzy, now is the time of sedimentation. The water brightens, its surface approaching perfection, forming a mirror.
This is a sequel to:
For the long winter nights, three short stories about face and mirror.
to be continued soon ...