Shards of Mirror

"A meeting rescheduled. Communication that grinds and labours. Difficult, abrupt. Fragmented. A chipped image. The truth, we were all after the Truth! We rummage, we sniff, we carve at it. Yes, it sounds odd: carve. Grieve. Carve. Out of love for the Truth. Out of thirst for it. Well, of course. You tear it out with difficulty, you expected that: the Truth comes only with hard labour. It is like giving birth - you know all about that, blood and sweat. Tears and pain, everyone knows. But what do you do when the Truth blows up in your face like a broken mirror? How do you handle the splinters of a mirror you smashed yourself? How can you protect yourself from the shards of mirror? The broken mirror that reflects your reality back at you in a thousand ways. Shards of mirror, dangerous slivers of a Truth suddenly multiplied into a thousand versions. The image of yourself you were so sure of, so pleased with, so confident in - there it is, scattered every which way, past recognising. Nor can you put it back; it can no longer be pieced together. Shards of mirror: you wanted this. You went looking for it. Dangerous shards, sharp, spellbinding." (Maia Morgenstern)