found online by Raymond
From Vincent at A wayfarer’s Notes:
Sometimes I have to look in the mirror to be reminded of who I am. Not a deliberate act but incidental, while shaving. It recalls to me who I am now, what I have become. At other times, perhaps in the night, I may lie awake when anticipating some event of uncertain outcome, some issue yet unresolved, some journey out of the ordinary. Unconsciously, I slip back into an earlier time, where ghosts of my past still lurk in wait, insinuating themselves into my old weak spots. The weak spot is our friend, to tell us, to warn us, to confirm our mortality. In the same way, an electric power circuit needs a fusebox. This is how the weak protects the strong.