When I look upon a still lake, I notice my reflection within it and the heaven & sky behind me as if it were a huge crown upon my small head. The lake teaches me that it reflects all. All is upon it, seemingly within it and yet outside of it. All that is light and shadow reflected together, no judgement placed by the lake upon itself other than to judge itself as perfect. It knows that mirrors are only mirrors, and it seems to know that only if I can delve much deeper than these mirrors, may I find the truth about the lake. It simply is was it is, a part of the All That Is, and nothing reflected upon it, even my own reflection, was ever a mistake.