| Bruce: | Shatter the glass? Isn't that sheer folly? |
| Anya: | There is no glass – just lines on water. |
| Carlos: | There is no water – jest movement ah mind. |
| Devani: | Dere's no mind – jes . . .? |
| Bruce: | Huh? Yo – wake up! You'z getting mesmerized bye philosoofee. |
StrangerThe face in the mirror isn't mine: it belongs to another Who is the stranger glaring through the glass? To discover use a hammer: as shards fly past a chance is created to realize what's important and what was never meant to last |
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