[Warning: this post contains mild spoilers for those poor souls who have never been to a Ripley’s Believe it or Not! museum.] In an exhibit at the Ripley’s Believe it or Not! museum toward the beginning, you are prompted to try to roll your tongue, or make other sorts of not-especially-elegant faces, in a large mirror. Later, toward the end of the exhibit, you come across what looks like a window; but you quickly realize that this window is in fact the backside of a two-way mirror, and the frontside is that very mirror in which you, approximately 30 minutes ago, were making the very same sort of unflattering faces as the people in front of it are making now.
On intellectual humility
On intellectual humility
On intellectual humility
[Warning: this post contains mild spoilers for those poor souls who have never been to a Ripley’s Believe it or Not! museum.] In an exhibit at the Ripley’s Believe it or Not! museum toward the beginning, you are prompted to try to roll your tongue, or make other sorts of not-especially-elegant faces, in a large mirror. Later, toward the end of the exhibit, you come across what looks like a window; but you quickly realize that this window is in fact the backside of a two-way mirror, and the frontside is that very mirror in which you, approximately 30 minutes ago, were making the very same sort of unflattering faces as the people in front of it are making now.