all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream-Coelho

Photo by: Annie Leibovitz

‘Why are you crying?’ asked the Oreads. ‘I’m weeping for Narcissus.’ ‘We do not wonder that you should mourn for Narcissus,’ they said. ‘After all, we could only run after him through the forest, but you could gaze on his beauty from close to.’ ‘Was Narcissus beautiful?’ asked the pool. ‘Who better than you to know?’ the Oreads replied, ‘It was, after all, on your banks that he would lie each day.’ The pool was still for a moment.‘I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that he was beautiful because whenever he lay on my banks and looked into my waters, I could see my own beauty reflected in his eyes.’
Paulo Coelho