The mirror never forgets the original feels less like a sentence and more like a warning label placed gently on reality.
Now, let us wander into the multiverse hallway carefully. Not Marvel explosion-multiverse. Not portals and capes. The quiet version. The kind where the difference between universes is a single decision you barely noticed.
Here is a thought experiment โ and we will keep it clearly a thought experiment, not a metaphysical claim carved in stone.
Imagine that every choice creates a branch. Not in a fireworks way. In a photocopier way.
You press the button.
A copy slides out.
Then someone copies the copy.
Then someone copies that.
The edges get softer. The ink slightly faded. The paper-thinner.
You begin to wonder: Am I the original?
Or am I the fourth-generation Xerox of someone braver?
The mirror never forgets the original.
Because mirrors do not create copies, they reflect what is present. But if you have been copying yourself for years โ adapting, pleasing, surviving, softening, shrinking โ the reflection might start to feelโฆ derivative.
And that does not mean you are fake.
It means you have been edited.
