What Is that In the Mirror?
I am sometimes surprised at what I see when I look into the mirror. My friends and family say similar things about themselves.
My internal image of myself apparently lags the me that the real world has carved and fashioned, and I wonder briefly who it is that has replaced the twenty-year-old that used to be there.
And when our whole country looks into time’s mirror, what does it now see? When our sometimes beautiful world now looks at the figure of America, what does it see?