When you stand between two mirrors you're spread out among the images, your whole soul is pulled out thin, and somewhere in the distant images a dark part of you might get out and come looking for you, if you aren't careful.

It is at this point that normal language gives up, and goes and has a drink.

Because some stories end, but old stories go on, and you gotta dance to the music if you want to stay ahead

If you don't turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else's story.

And it came to pass that in time the Great God Om spake unto Brutha, the Chosen One: "Psst!

I used to think that I was stupid, and then I met philosophers.

An ancient proverb summed it up when a wizard is tired of looking for broken glass in his dinner, it ran, he is tired of life.