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“MIRRORS, NO. 2” “You’re beginning to see, aren’t you…You wanted a mirror. People want nothing but mirrors around them…Reflections of reflections and echoes of echoes. No beginning and no end. No center and no purpose. I gave you what you wanted.” from The Fountainhead So who are you to challenge me—who I am, what I want? If you must know, if you can handle it, for me it’s all about power and control. Your bewilderment is entertaining. You don’t quite see it yet—the truth, the reality of the situation—but you will. Think. You wanted a mirror, not a friend, not a partner. You wanted someone to be your mirror, to justify your being. So I gave you what you wanted. I told you how wonderfully beautiful you were, how altruistic you were, how valuable you contributions to society were. I made you feel idolized, glorified. You saw yourself as a god worshiped by the masses. I gave you the mirror you wanted so you would drown your narcissistic ass. I told you exactly what you wanted to hear, showed you only what you wanted to see. I did it all for this very moment. This moment when you realize you are nothing. An ugly, faceless, nameless, son-of-a-bitch nothing. That image you had of yourself I created. I based it on lies based on other lies. Really, you should be thanking me for shattering your pathetic illusion. But no, you still try to claim to have been real, to have been what I reflected. Look at you, trying to piece the shards together again. How sad. Ah, you’re beginning to realize something, aren’t you? That image will never be the same. You will never get it back. I almost feel sorry for you and the rest of the deluded souls who actually think that they think this or that when it is really I who am the master puppeteer. Face it. You have never possessed a single original thought. You have never done anything because you truly wanted to do it. Everything you’ve said or done has been for the mirror, the illusion. The “real” you doesn’t even exist. It never did. If you really want to know the truth, here it is. You could slice your wrists with the shards of that fucking illusion and no one would give a shit at all.