Book of Mirrors

So, while I'm at my parents' for Thanksgiving, I had several profound moments. Most will be documented in my other journal, but this one belongs here. The reason I'm in the mood to write it tonight is that, while blckwngdorcl and I were driving home from my client's tonight, we were having a great conversation about some books he's reading (Note: Hey, blckwngdorcl, you might wanna follow that link - it refers to two more books you don't have...), and suddenly I just got this overwhelming feeling of overall rightness in my world. That things really WERE as they should be, and that I'd made good choices in my life, and that things were just coming along nicely in general. With all my doubts about things lately, I treasure those (these) moments.

Anyway, the subject of this post falls into that category.

So, I'm lying in bed, about to go to sleep (when many of these little revelations came to me) when something became very clear to me.

(OK, so here's the point where I don't know where to go with this post... that is, whether to jump straight to the conclusion, or to give some background... the former would be a bit jarring to readers... the latter would make the conclusion anti-climactic. Hmmmmm... Think I'll go for the shock value factor this time. *eg*)

( Shock value version: )