
The mind is like a parachute:
if it doesn't open, you're meat


Every chance, every chance that I take I take it on the road Those kilometers and the red lights Never looking left or right Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car Jasmine, I saw you weaping As I pushed my foot down to the floor Round and round the hotel garage Must have been touching close to 94 Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car Yeah yeah yeah yeah
en·vy →→→ [ĕn'vē]
"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they
said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you
alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But..... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the Goddesses said
in wonder, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each
day to contemplate himself!!"
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."
"What a lovely story," the alchemist thought.