Interpretation [en]

He held up a mirror of words in front of me. I peered into it – only to be greeted by a stranger’s face.

“That’s not me!” I squealed.
“Of course it’s you,” he replied calmly. “When you look into a mirror, you see yourself, don’t you? It’s you.”
“Yes, but— but those are your words, aren’t they? I mean, this isn’t a real reflection, it’s gone into your eyes and back!”

The reflection broke out of the mirror and set off to greet my friends, waving to them.