Do we ever know ourselves like we know others?  Do we know how we look and appear to others as we talk and express emotions, how we walk, smile, frown and gesture?  The mirror cannot help there. Even our reflection is not a faithful representation being laterally inverted and we are hardly animated when we stand before it. Such thoughts provoked a poem:



F  O  R  E  I  G  N  E  R


Looking into a mirror I saw a face,

In the mirage I saw a strange city.

An urge to fathom the depths of this face;

Was fixed with a frozen familiarity.

Features framed in an ancient design

That for years I had watched and grown;

I knew each dip and curve and line,

 Now it was the same, yet foreign and unknown.