Lake

The lake stops us near its bank. It says to our will: you shall go no further; you should go back to looking at distant things, at the beyond. While you were wandering, something here was already looking on. The lake is a large tranquil eye. The lake takes all of light and makes a world out of it. Through it, the world is already contemplated, already represented. It too might say, "The world is my representation of it." Near the lake, we understand the old physiological theory of active vision. Active vision implies that the eye projects light, that it illuminates its images by itself. It is understandable, then, that the eye may be desirous of seeing its visions, that contemplation may also be will. ~Gaston Bachelard, Water and Dreams.