Not me sitting up in bed at 3:30 in the morning because a friend sent me an unsettlingly trippy/psychedelic video about consciousness of consciousness of consciousness etc., stretching on and on and on forever – as it relates to a theory from philosophy of mind, which made me think of a concept

from Terry Pratchett

in Witches Abroad

(paraphrased)

Never get between two mirrors, as you might lose track of what’s real and what’s reflection, and get lost trying to find yourself. The protagonist’s trick was knowing full well she didn’t need to go looking for herself because she was right fucking there. Always had been. The whole time.

Obviously.