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
Ever Present, Ever Changing EVER PRESENT NEVER TWICE THE SAME EVER CHANGING NEVER LESS THAN WHOLE Robert Irwin, Robert Irwin: A Conditional Art Getty Center Central GardenTo enact visually the message euphony