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
Poured The light of the sun seems to be poured down, and to be poured, indeed, in every direction, but not poured away. Marcus Aurelius, Meditations Wasting light