I have no mirror. Why? You ask. Simply because I don't want to know who I am. I fear that the man I see will be scarier than me. How can I face my greatest enemy and my weakest foe. My archnemesis is my reflection. My aid is my mind and my story is my heart. I only know myself more than someone who hasn't seen me. Am I double-minded? I pray I am not. Am I high minded? Only he would know. Who? You ask. Myself is my reply. I only know me the man without a mirror.
