Black, absolute. That's what I saw at first, and so I leaned in closer to the glass, expecting something more. There was nothing more. It was seamless, glintless, fearless, indifferent black -- no stars. The curve of the glass cornea reflected the faint light, the green lampshades and oak-paneled tones of the room behind me, my own wondering expression, gin-blistered nose, gleaming pate.