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
What shape is the internet? A Gallery by Noah Veltman noahveltman.com According to patent drawings, it's a cloud, or a bean, or a web, or an explosion, or a highway, or maybe a weird lump. wwwgraphics