Wednesday, August 5, 2026
A line in the Old Testament says, “Test me.” Play chicken. Run toward a mirror. If the image looks far away, that’s easy. Get closer. As you move in for the kill, the so-called opponent does exactly what you do.
When you run away from your own image, you’re chicken. Run right up against a mirror. Even if you get so close you shit your pants, the image is never bigger than you because this perceived stalemate is simply you being “at odds” with yourself.
The image does not have power. The shadow follows, mimics, and does what you do—that is, until you realize you’re confused. You are the image, yes, but primarily you are the imager, the imaginer, the magi, the one who hasn’t realized the magic of I-am-aging.
A puppy doesn’t comprehend its reflection. Puppies want to play, but because their reflection does exactly what they do, the image loses its appeal. The puppy wants “a real fight.” The puppy wants the image to move on its own. They secretly want the entity in the mirror to scare and torment them, to engage with them in a friendly game of chicken.
A narcissist, however, falls in love with his own image. It does exactly what he does. He falls in love with control. Relationships with people having “everything in common” often lack interest, leading to a stalemate, where play becomes boring.
Who wants to marry their stalemate? A soulmate however, breathes on its own, dodging your predictions, and “keeping you on your toes.”
Test yourself. Put yourself in uncomfortable situations of contrast. Move toward your real self—that which seems different—and you will have discovered “divine play,” or Lila. A stalemate is nothing but a puppet.
A soulmate is a lifetime of play (a challenge).
Are you chicken? If you are, let me introduce you to the vitality of life. Her name is Lila.