We are not prepared to get out of a frame since we are taught to make our place in it. It is made of gold or silver, other of noble wood or not, and some of concrete if not cements. The world shakes us sooner or later, and the energy that comes out of it acts like the molecules of a reaction. They heat up, collide, create energy and seek to free themselves from what traps them. The spirit acts in the same way, the sight being what directs us and directs us most easily, believe and understand that what we see can be the equal of a partition, it is to ask the question of what that we really look in the mirror. So they chose the curiosity of the imagination, to think that they could find a hidden door in it, a free space for the unknown, for ignoring names, for the freedom to accept finding a beauty that did not of resemblance in what we know of vision. This world then exists, when we change the axis of vision. When you choose to see in a prism with a name different from that of the world where everything we know about the present is. Our vision rocks in infinite reflections of ourselves, in different spheres, in different dimensions. We can then understand that we have lived in only one world, that of a common reason for everyone to move forward without any reason, and in the unconsciousness of a song that reasons silently in everyone's words. To see this visual echo of oneself is to fall into a sliding abyss with no existential hold on one's reason, it is to understand that forever and in all dimensions, we can have the choice of our life, and from whom 'we see in the mirror, who or what really makes up our person. The only real mirror to see yourself is to understand your blindness.