Like a child, first gazing into a looking-glass, perplexed at the mimicking twin who dances and gestures – and ‘lives’ – on the other side, we often mistake the reflections of our own spiritual condition for a truthful understanding of an external world around us, misunderstanding the lessons which the masquerade of Solitude brings before us. How often we make masks and costumes for our gods in our own likenesses; how often we paint the hosts of heaven with our own shadow-play, joining star unto star, belief unto to belief, in configurations born wholly of our own affinities. Indeed, there are veils upon veils which reveal to us our own arcana, but which – if falsely taken as a final comprehension of the ‘truth’ conceal from us that which we aspire to seek. Wisely we must make our way through the maze of mirror’d altars. — Andrew Chumbley
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