Once upon a time there was a king, and the king commissioned his favorite wizard to create a magic mirror. This mirror didn__ show you your reflection. It showed you your soul__t showed you who you really were.The wizard couldn__ look at it without turning away. The king couldn__ look at it. The courtiers couldn__ look at it. A chestful of treasure was offered to anyone who could look at it for sixty seconds without turning away. And no one could.

I see how you look at me,_ spits the hateful man. He thinks we look upon him with the evil eye when we are not looking at him that way at all. We are just looking at him. It__ because he can__ accept the hate inside of himself that he projects it onto us.

If not me then who? Confront evil!

The dark might be dark, but at least we don__ have to look at ourselves when we__e standing in it.

There is nothing worse for the lying soul than the mirror of reality.

The wisdom of hindsight would reveal that I had no clue how to find myself, no idea how to love myself, and no ability to be myself. Mix all of those three dilemmas, and you__e created a cocktail that will knock anyone out. Even though I couldn__ name those specific issues that night, I did own where I was to the best of my ability. That__ often all we can do in a crisis. So that night, I looked myself in the eyes and said, __t isn__ supposed to be this way.