Looking at you through the glass, the man in the mirror, outside looking in and every other pertinent thought or quote that brings that scrutiny upon inward reflection begs one point: Who am I and what do I see in me? Am I a collection of pain and scars or a person who has grown tough from being a veteran of endless wars? What is it I’m looking for? Do I find grace, guilt or peace? I doubt that peace is the case, for a man of peace needs no damn mirror. What torture must I put myself through to find this nugget of truth or this revelation? Why do I keep looking? When is the search complete? How do I find it — I want to, oh do I want to! — that thing which surpasses all understanding, that clarity in which time stands still? I’ll keep looking, but if experience is any teacher, I’ll find it the moment I stop. | JH