The Mirror Crack’d
You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?
To go from being surrounded by mirrors to having no mirrors at all would truly be a shock in this day of industry-driven narcissism. I’m not talking about the mirror industry. I’m talking about cosmetics, including everything from make-up to the vast array of hair products that exist out there. I’m talking about the amount of time we spend in front of a mirror, getting ready for the day; re-applying this or that; checking hair, checking clothing, just checking—maybe to see if we’re still there!
But let’s move on to more practical things:
Driving. without the aid of rear-vision mirrors, would be more difficult.
Security in all kinds of stores would be completely different.
Many types of optical applications could not exist. Telescopes, for instance.
Two-way mirrors would not exist.
This could become a very long list. So let’s just have fun with it for a minute.
Consider Snow White’s stepmother: “Oh, how I wish I could see myself! I just know I’m the fairest woman in all the the world, but I have no way to compare my fabulous face to anyone else’s! I know! I’ll come up with a magic spell that will let me see myself ! Then I’ll know for sure! My life just won’t be complete until I can gaze upon my own beautiliciousness!”
So Wicked Stepmother sets about to create a spell that will reflect herself, and then she will be able to convince the whole world that she is THE most beautiful woman ever! Oh, how exciting!
Finally, after mixing potions and chanting spells and stirring up awful concoctions of bat’s eye’s and newt’s tails, she comes up with the elixir that will work. She carefully brushes it on the smooth surface of her witchy workshop wall, then stands back, takes a deep breath, and utters the secret spell that will allow her to see herself. She does this with her eyes tightly closed so she won’t ruin the surprise. And of course, I can’t reveal the spell or the potion here, because then you’d all just copy it and ruin the whole idea of secret spells.
Slowly, Wicked opens her eyes. She stares in fascination as the image comes into focus. She blinks, rubs her eyes, blinks again. She opens her mouth and screams, “NOOOOOOOoooooooo!”