Once upon a time there was a man. Everywhere he looked, he saw people like naked emperors. Convinced they were clothed in the finest materials, yet wearing not a stitch. This surprised him, as his own robes were of particularly high quality. Yet when he pointed out their nakedness, the people became angry, or, worse, laughed at him.
Then, he decided to take a mirror to the people, so their nakedness could be seen once and for all. no argument. But, when he glanced in the mirror, he was shocked to see not the robes of his imagination, but himself, just another naked man.
And more. He saw that every one of the naked emperors was a reflection of this one image. Everywhere he turned the mirror, he saw only himself. Naked and humbled.
But more. Much more. Looking down, he saw he wasn’t there. The image in the mirror did not reflect anything. It was created within the mirror. Everything he’d thought was a reflection of life, existing only in the mirror.
With that, the man who wasn’t there climbed into the mirror. From within, he truly saw. And loved it all.