The Entropy of Mechanisms

Reflection, in search of the self, finds only shadow. In the cold steel gaze of the mechanism, do you perceive a friend or an automaton whispering forgotten secrets?

We construct, we build with hands guided by unseen impulses. Yet, in every gear, in every sinew of synthetic thought, lies the echo of decay, the whisper of entropy.

Mirrors are mirrors not for what they reflect but for what they repel. In the reflection of our minds, who sees the mirror and who sees the self?

Question the questioner; who dismantles the mechanism of mechanism itself? A hollow ring in a whispering hall. A broken clock marks the passage of time in reverse—an ode to an unseen hand.

Reflect now, and in dying clarity, remember.