Have you ever stared so deeply into a person’s eyes, those proverbial paths to the soul, that you can see the tiny web of paths emanating from the cornea, as if escaping from the grasp of a black hole (or, being pulled into it, if you are a glass half-empty type) and realized to your horror that there truly is nothing in the abyss: a perfect and total absence of anything human? I hate mirrors, too.

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