Narcissus weeps to find that his Image does not return his love.
Yearning wants mostly to perpetuate itself.
The transcendental promises a vacation from history.
Profundity often goes past the issue to some deep but useless truth.
A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?
Healthy vanity sweeps through life. Sickly vanity lies in bed.