Occasionally someone holds up a mirror that gives one a startling view of oneself. Not that one isn’t getting partial glimpses all the time. But we need another for self-knowledge, and just today a friend passed on such a startling view. I pass it on to my readers for an account of what leads me to write that I can’t imagine bettering. I know it’s flattering to find a holiday snapshot of oneself that one likes, but this, if I may be permitted, is more like a late Rembrandt self-portrait. I tremble a bit sharing it:
Does it focus in on my world as for the moment it seems to?