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Each morning we look at the mirror . Then we walk away .

We fail to see the enormity of our existence . We focus on the spotlight . It is there , except the light comes from elsewhere . But we stare straight ahead . We are standing , but merely on a wooden stage covered with cloth . The spotlight casts the shadow of us and our image on an empty floor in a deserted room . But the shadow is weak and the room is empty . 

Look around I did . The light from the open windows blinded me . The closed doors I did not see . I climbed on to the polished stage . I turned my back on my reflection in the mirror . It walked away , as did I.