Across the interstellar sands, where the grains whisper secrets of the universe's forgotten tales, we find ourselves contemplating the hilarious bounds of reality. Imagine, if you will, an alien with tentacles gracefully draped over its mirror image—pondering, indeed, if giving a thumbs-up from both sides counts as extra thumbs.
"What do we see when we look into the water and see ourselves at the bottom? The top!"
As alien beings step onto earthly reflections, the question remains: how many eyes does one need to look in the mirror and not perceive their reflection as a dimensional portal?
In the realms of space, where time ebbs in accordance with galactic whims, you might find these essays floating lazily like clouds in a ponderous sky.
If you wish to ponder further, venture onward to Perception's Lens or dive deeper into the realm of thought at The Sea of Mystery.