Tuesday, April 22, 2025
You’ll play detective or suspect – maybe for your entire life. Some people play detective in hot pursuit. Some play the suspect, running like a fugitive.
The detective doesn’t suspect a thing about himself. The fugitive doesn’t suspect a thing about himself either. It’s a comedy of errors. Detective points his finger. Suspect detects finger pointing. And they’re off! The most ludicrous part is what the detective does when he thinks the culprit has been located! He puts them on a cross to suffocate, in a guillotine to sever their dirty mouth, or through some horrible disease to endure. He pulls the trigger, feeling righteous in homicide or suicide. The suspect dies with the world thinking he was “wrong.” The detective feels like a hero, dying as a legend.
But then this suspect/detective duo returns again, commingling in new form. The detective realizes he is the suspect. The suspect realizes he’s the detective. How do we point to this Truth? With a sly contraption called a mirror. The real finger can’t point to its own tip.
How to prove it? How does living proof prove itself? You are living proof – a reflection of what is looking at itself suspiciously, like a puppy who sees the “enemy” in the mirror – and he either flees or barks. He’ll realize what he’s looking at.
The detective realizes he’s the suspect. The suspect realizes he’s the detective. Now what? They retire together. They enjoy the paradox of life without being suspicious. You are it. Why conspire against yourself? What the eyes see in the mirror are not the eyes. The eyes cannot see themselves, but they know they are there. The eyes have it. The ayes have it. There is nothing to hide. There is nothing to suspect. The eyes of all wait upon – The Culprit. Mea culpa.