I sat at my writing table and pushed the computers power switch.
“Top of the morning Word, I want to type a story on your bland white surface.
Fyi, the story’s revolves around a full-length mirror; as a matter of fact it’s
about the one that leans against a wall in my bedroom.
“I use it to gawk at my
favorite ancient artifact; you know, the one I live alone with, cook for, wash
his clothes, and every morning in the shower scrub his back. I’m sure you know
him.
“However, this story’s about MC, My Cat, his delicate faithful
feline, and the mirror I mentioned.
“Word, wish you you should see the interaction between MC
and the mirror. It would help you appreciate this story. For a first draft, though,
for you, I’ll make it as viable as possible. Here goes.”
MC prances through my
bedroom and sees herself in the mirror. Like in a double take she stops and
looks. She stands on her back legs with her forefeet on the mirror and for three
or four minutes she’ll paw her reflection.
Then, maybe because she tires of the cat in the mirror not
responding the way she wants, she’ll walk around the mirror a couple of times.
Perhaps, she’s looking for her.
But, if I’m in the bedroom, I start a game that totally confuses
her. When she looks in the mirror I step behind her and she sees the two of us.
She meows and paws the mirror as if she wants to mingle with her two friends.
After pawing for awhile, as
before, she walks around the mirror; I guess she’s looking for the familiar
reflections.
Her questioning kitty pose should be on cans of cat food at supermarkets
everywhere.
Her crumpled mannerisms, though, looks similar to writers when
they try to make sense of what’s transposing from their weak minds to their
computers blank screen, all through their hands.
“Word, I think what I write on your screen and what MC sees
in the mirror is similar. She sees what she imagines, and I imagine what I
write. We both react to the frailty of formative foolishness, but, to us, it’s
genuine.”
Later, while trying to come up with a proper transitional
phrase, I leaned back in my at-times-too-comfortable-office-chair. I should
revamp my misguided outline, but I really want a nap.
But I chose to loose the tether on my mind. “Watching MC,
and her adventures with the mirror, pictures how rickety life is. We look for
ourselves in reflections of what we think we should be. It’s like throwing a
worn rock in a quiet pond; the ripples expand, but they eventually disappear
because they’re not resolute.
“They can’t stop their surroundings from displacing them.
It’s the same with our wisp of time here on earth; nothing,
including ourselves, stays the same.
Weather erodes or produces, temperatures change during 24
hour cycles, and different manmade products come off the production lines. Cars
and truck styles change, batteries wear out, and air pressure in tires
fluctuates. Humanity, too, changes. People grow and then shrink; hair appears and
eventually falls out, and populations vacillate.
“On an on, ad-infinitum, everything on earth is subject to
frailty.
“That puts us Homo sapiens in a bind. If everything changes,
which reflection do we look at to discover who we are? We may want to mimic a
certain reflection today, but tomorrow it’s changed.
What if we don’t like the
new reflection?
Where does humanity find stability if everything in the
created world does not endure?
“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.”
Heb. 13: 8.
Scripture is from the
NKJV
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