Life, then, is a puzzle, a vast amalgam of pieces scattered about.  Each piece of the puzzle is notched in a certain way that will fit with another piece.  The problem we have is no picture of the completed puzzle has ever been seen by any of us, and the vision we imagine can only be glimpsed as the pieces are placed together.  The process is very slow as we measure time.  It is difficult and it can be frustrating.  Human history, however, shows the progression in that piecing together.  During that progression there have appeared sages, "wise men" who have given the rest of us clues to the puzzle's solution.  Every religion has as it's source one such, from Buddha to Jesus to Mohammad, for example, and in other disciplines such as science, from Descartes to Galileo to Newton to Einstein.  Each of these people have been pieces of the puzzle, important pieces to be sure, bringing some clarity to our quest and the urge to carry on.  In literature, in song, in philosophy, even in business, are those giants who seek to enlighten us.

In my glimpse of the re-fitted pieces of the puzzle, the restructuring of this mirror, an image begins to take shape in my mind.  In the partially restored mirror, of course, I may only see staring back at me the image of myself, and if you were to gaze at this same reconstruction, you would see only the image of yourself.  Totally reconstructed, the mirror would be large enough to encompass us all.