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
Lights and lamps Show image 0 Show image 1 Hayao Miyazaki, My Neighbor Totoro In Praise of Shadows252. Pools of Light lightdarkness