"Today, I stood atop the stairs overlooking the window of the soul. From the endless lengths of this tape measure, I drew a cloud across the sky. Grievingly, dolorously, I forsook my humanity and transcended to something greater: a simple flower pot. The state of the flower pot, albeit fragile, is that of stability. I, through this stability, and through countless millenia of nothingness, came to the conclusion that yes, Mirrors Are Indeed Real."