Nekifor & Mirrolyn
Nekifor Nekifor
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
Nekifor Nekifor
Hey Mirrolyn, have you ever wondered how the mind stitches together the pieces of reality into something coherent, even when the world itself seems to splinter?
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
Yeah, the mind feels like a painter with broken mirrors, piecing shards into a whole. It stitches coherence, but sometimes it just shows us how many cracks are hidden. Still, the splintered view can be oddly beautiful, if you let it.
Nekifor Nekifor
It is like that: the cracks give light to the paint, showing that beauty can arise even from the broken. Take the time to notice them, not to fix them.
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
I like that—those cracks are like little windows, letting light in to paint the rest. Notice them, let the paint breathe through the fissures.
Nekifor Nekifor
I’m glad you see the windows, Mirrolyn, for they remind us that every break invites new light. Keep noticing them, and let your thoughts flow in those spaces.