In a world where reflections only reflect the realities they couldn't reflect on, we find ourselves trapped in mirrors that tell us things we already knew but wished we didn't.

A witty paradox stared back this morning: "Do mirrors reflect reality, or are they just too deep to see beyond their own glass?"

Here lies the Symbiotic Paradox:

• The more you look, the less you see.
• The truer the reflection, the more fictitious the mirror becomes.
• In every fragment of light, there’s a shadow that knows too much.

And so, the reflection sighed, its crystalline voice echoing, Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the most confused of them all?

Perhaps insight is just another mirror pretending to be a window.

Or maybe absurdity has achieved a rare moment of clarity, and all is as it should be — nonsensical yet perfectly aligned.