The pool of Perrcipio

A reflection; glimpsed but briefly before it flees the smooth glass of the water.


This is the pool of Perrcipio.  It's lies next to a seemingly quite path, slowly becoming overgrown in ferns.
There is a sign, standing there,  with words, barely readable.  One gets the feeling of warning,  yet, invitation.  You look closer so you can make out the words scratched into the wood.  


"This is the pool of Perrcipio.  It does not twist, it does not hide.  Look.  But only if you want yourself to be known. Only if you want to know who you are.  For the pool understands,  it feels what you feel,  it knows why you are who you are.  It does not judge." 


You have choices now.  You can react with fear, which is of course a natural response, and one that makes the most sense.  For to know one's self, and to find it from without, is very risky.  So you could walk straight by.  The choice is yours.


Or, keeping your fear in mind,  you can choose to trust the builder of the sign.  The pool does not hide truth, and neither does it twist it.  But it does not create you again,  but merely reflects.  You lose nothing.  You could look in the pool and learn.  
The choice is yours.

The water is smooth, and you feel the urge to throw a pebble.  To break that smoothness.  to send ripples through that circle of sight.  Even then,  the pool understands.
The choice is yours.

You can gain much, and lose much.