Unmasking Ghosts

There are ghosts in the mirror, how else could we see what is not there? It can be dangerous to look seeking yourself, yet more dangerous not to. When my own apparition appeared it felt like I was a passenger on a metro-line, seeing the oncoming tunnels, the blinking of daylight between the speeding darkness. Dark-light-dark-light, dark-light and my face speeding inwards where a being stood indifferent to the journey. I assume that we are all an exodus passing through a reflection, a non-stop ride to that other side, like Saul becoming Paul on the road to Damascus. Can we stare and not blink while being unmasked? and will we be older or younger than that entombed clock of mankind?