What colour is a mirror?

Apocalypse. Alpaca-lips. 

Not related at all, but I find it most enjoyable finding words within words, even if they are not exactly... exact, per se.  Word play: the greatest entertainment known to the literate man. (That is, in my opinion.) Now can you imagine the enjoyment one would feel when playing with a string of words, a string of paragraphs, or a string of stories? Yes, imagine the greatness of a story WITHIN a story. Ay, but it is not of imagination, because you can witness its greatness yourself! Belief by George Bowering, Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad, and Hearts of Darkness: A Filmmaker's Apocalypse all demonstrate the technique of a "story-within-a story". Heart of Darkness and the show time presentation based on Apocalypse Now uses two narrators, a literary device called a frame narrative. A frame narrative allows for the inner story to reveal a sort of revelation, a grand truth if I may call it, in the outer story. This device also draws attention to the way a tale is told, which I have mentioned in a past entry (Wendys Girl vs Starbucks Girl) of the significance that narration holds in the meaning of a story. Frame narratives expand or shrink the distance between its story and its audience. Each frame creates multitudinous meanings and can imply certain issues regarding psychology, sociology, history, politics, and/or ethics that reach beyond the binds of the book.

Have you ever asked yourself  "what colour is a mirror?" 

Now perfect mirrors become the colour of the image placed in front of them, but since we live in the real world where perfect does not exist, there is a single "light" that mirrors find it most difficult to absorb. If two mirrors face each other on opposite walls, what you see is called a "mirror tunnel". It reflects the same image over and over, and with each new reflection, a little bit of visible light is lost. At the very end of the tunnel, the image becomes dimmer, and reveals its true colour.

What I am trying to project is the great discoveries that unfold when you really look into something, or in this case, something within the something. Frame narratives are like mirror tunnels. Within each image, or story, comes a greater understanding of the mysteries and questions that are initially pondered. 

And without further ado, ladies and gentleman, a mirror reveals the colour green. How is that for discovery?