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Ms. Salome Mordecai was reading an esoteric treatise on: ‘The Art and Transmutation of Deception in the Symbolism of the Quabbala. The 3rd chapter, page 26 begins with the cryptic title: Divination of the alphabet as stimulated imagination to reduce excessive tendencies of perceived narcissism.


She grappled with the circumlocutions of the page mentally:


“The Mystery of the mirror was withheld from the inventor. Fearing its power to reflect time, it was deleted from consciousness by a fiendish invocation of strange and un-deciphered letters whose arms are diagonal and terminate at the center called the singularity. The footnotes said, Professor Ionado from the dept. Classical Studies, University of Chicago, interpreted these dubious lines and traced the origins to the English alphabet X.


The power of the mirror to substantiate all of the will into succumbing shadows was transferred on to a race of mortals called changelings, who became worthy of being given a conceptual apparatus of memorizing the art of seeing as magic.
It was also written, Translations of the Hegimonikon: XXVI-th Chapter.”


On a monument called the mirror, time trans-figured into a game of shadows called labyrinth, where every looking changed the identity of the looker, who by mistake thought that the mirror was seeing only a reflection.


A shattering of glass awoke the sleeper!  In the waking, she saw him become entire reflections of dwarf mirrors, protean in appearance. The crescent, the, the irregular triangle, an imperfect square, an oval sphere and many more whose identities were undefined as human conceptions.


She picked a fragment, then another; dropping them, she picked the fourth. With a trace of hardly any logic, she inferred that they were the fragments of another mirror. She scrutinized with precision, the drops of blood oozing from them and now falling on to the long, deep wound running below her left eye. Touching herself with alertness, she counseled the mirror watching the silence of the victim. Without loosing composure, she opened the paneled wall, typing in the password, circle-time-cleric-emit and took possession of the blueprints for the nuclear missiles.  Within seconds, the flames emanating from the urn resembling the letter Alif devoured them.


 An hour later, she was out of the country on the brink of dictatorship. Her passport to safety was the disguise under cover of diplomatic immunity.


In another part of the world, a Sunday teacup was avidly reading the column of humour called the Mirror. The title carried the caption: The tabloid. This day, 05 /05/1991, was dedicated to the art of gossip. Finding it likeable by public, the over enthusiastic press decided to dedicate a taxonomy of section –a relevance of confirmation to all the nature of content called gossip. A distinguished scribe of an Italian university called   Calvin Italio, found the etymology of gossip to be demeaning. With all sophistry for wild game he resolved to reduce the noun to a fitting transaction called: The Tabloid.

 The curious tea-spilled fingers is on the front-page now, reading the murder of Mark Cogito, having the nickname, the Spy-Machiavelli, who was prominent among the celebrity circuits as a media tycoon, eminent socialist,  as well  as his hidden connections with puppet republics. Investigations are on as to ascertain the motive for killing. A single laudatory epithet proclaimed: the Mirror is dead. So will be the tabloid!


In another part of the world, Muse-Sade a secret organization was hosting a seminar for training on counter terrorism and anti-insurgency. Prof. Mme. Salome Mordecai was delivering the keynote address for the convocation ceremony. She said, “As espionage agents, women perform better than men in terms of technicality, ruthlessness, reflex-action and presence of mind. As she was speaking, she winced.  in the silence of the mind, while her hands briefly touched the aching wound just below her left eye.










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