MIRROR of the still water, the twin and the law made visible, who governeth the doubling of all things and the pact between the height and the deep. He appeareth as two worlds joined at a single seam: above, white-burning forest and snow-laced peaks beneath a sky gone to pitch; below, the same forest and the same peaks, drowned and unbroken in glass-still water. No eye may say which is the true country and which the dreamed, for the wound between them is clean, sliced at the waterline by a hand that would not let the mountains lie. His office is to keep the ancient pact, that what is above be answered below, and what is below confess the above; to weigh the world against its reflection and find no grain of difference. Look long, and you will not know which way is down.
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