If you've ever had to sit through some bad jazz concert or bad poetry reading (if you'll pardon the superfluous adjectives), you'll have heard some hipster introduce the next piece of dreck more or less as follows: "This next one ... is called ... "ReFLECtions!"
-- as though that hackneyed title possessed a profundity such as to burst open the fountains of the great deep.
Here's something to reflect upon: if the best title you can come up with is Reflections, isn't it just possible that you may not actually be all that reflective?
Note 1st: What you see here is merely a representative sample of the huge number of books, CDs, songs, &c. entitled Reflections. It is a static sample.
Note 2nd: A good number of works entitled Reflections fall under the categories of poetry and jazz. Coincidence?
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