Truth Unchained

My Self or conscious self, must put every feature of my nature in terms of others in its place.
To be drawn into my self is a prison as well as a way of escape.
Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection; had he taken his eyes off for a moment to see the changing skies shown on the same pool he would have seen he was as changing as every cloud or as the light that fell on him. That would have sobered him if he cared to. Truth for him stopped with his own image.
benny