Echos rent twisted and bent

We love to hear an echo, resounding and abounding, reverberating our words off walls and harbingers, replaying and soothsaying our views and opinions. We seek the places and spaces, and company within earshot of what we want to hear, filtered in subtle ways to sound like something new and fresh repeated over and over again, rejigged and re-rigged. 'Coo-ee', 'coo-ee' we cry! Is there anyone out there, who cares to hear us, beyond our obsession with seeing ourselves echo-reversed in the mirror? But, even this mirror-echo is an illusion because the mirror swaps front and back, not left and right. We filter the image to perceive the reflection as a person standing facing us, looking back. So even the mirror's echo is bent into the way we want reality to be filtered.