Sometimes an idea drops straight from heaven and you can take no credit for it. To met aphorize Narcissus by making the eyes themselves the pebbles that drop into the pool form the ripples which spread and interact was a lucky grace. Every human struggles with the is myth, with self absorption, to love yourself, but how much, to love the worlds, but how often, Your eyes are dropping into the mirror of self as you read and look.
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