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We found dressing-gown man, face down in the mirror.
Mirrors don’t hold your reflection. You hold the mirror in your perception.
These were some of the things he used to say.
If you centre your conscious body in the moment and in that moment you also centre the mirrors consciousness, you can do this same magic trick.
The trick: we found him in the mirror, face down in the smooth flat glass like a painting. But it wasn’t a painting; it was a moment. One that dressing-gown man had caught and killed.
We didn’t expect him to come back, but we didn’t know for sure. Philosophical issues were always painful to discuss; it had always been dressing-gown man who told us our philosophy. What was he trying to tell us now?
We put the mirror back in his room, and sat with him for a while every day, watching his back. His dressing gown floated out around him like a sail. We missed his face.
This church is the portal to the living moment of dressing-gown man. It is also the coffin which holds the moment he killed.
Nobody worships here.
