Here I am: your dream. I am both succeeding and failing because I am a dream and because your dream is failure. I want my own dream. You offer again and again, but I fail. I discover that what I believed was mine still belongs to you. What is my dream? I would have to go live alone on a mountain to find that out. It is not my dream but it is necessarily part of the process of discovering my dream.
Of course you have already wanted to live on a mountain, and if you have not already done so I would be surprised. As you climbed the mountain to find your dream did you know you were creating such an abortive mirror?
