I'm beginning to be able to read image. It's different from reading words, at least how we usually do that now. Reading image is simpler, obvious, but more hidden, because it doesn't make distinctions between what's real and what isn't. It's connecting to elemental associations, on both sides -- lusion and illusion. Child's reasoning. And I don't mean reading images only within framed art, but in the moment, in what's happening around me.
I realized in the middle of this week's rite that mirrors are the way the Hindu gods get multiple sets of arms and legs. When you lie down beside a mirror, it duplicates you. There's you and a potent reflective aspect that doubles your power, instantly, like magic.
I honestly don't know what I do. I'm not sure I hope for anything. That I have outrageous expectations. It's more like, it's hard to imagine something not happening. I'm not sure this is tied to any real event I actually expect to occur. I'm living a fool's folly. I have glimpses where I can really see the cold and bleak possibility of nothing ever happening. It doesn't seem to change anything though for now, it doesn't have any cause and effect spun into it: so a moot point, a moot projection, a moot possibility. It doesn't matter.