The Sense of Order A Book by E. H. Gombrich The Tiling Patterns of Sebastien Truchet and the Topology of Structural Hierarchy perceptionartorder
My own beauty reflected The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Narcissus and Goldmund beautyego