The Reflection

A pigeon landed softly and stared into the mirror.
I thought, “Ah! Aristotle has resurrected…”
He cared not, be it time, the world, or its errors.
After a few hours, he suddenly flew away; out of sight.
“Another great mind, lost to the winds”, I said, dejected,
Still, unaffected, I went back to work…


True stories are always good because they’re so odd, and so unlikely.

– Steven Knight

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  1. Vim

    Can to much reflection make you indifferent to others’ problems (or thought processes)? Cause you might now know everything? or u beleive you do? or just natural human tendency

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