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
The alchemists in their mixings Many wonderful things must have been seen by the alchemists in their mixings. Matter versus Materials: A Historical View The Alchemist euphonycuriosity