In the Eye of the Beholder An Essay from Field Notes on Science and Nature by Jonathan Kingdon Haven't you noticed?Wordless questioningOutlinesAgents of thought and experiment
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