Résonances...

"... How once the looking-glass had held a face; had held a world hollowed out in which
 a figure turned, a hand flashed... Now, day after day, the light turned, like a flower reflected in water, its sharp image on the wall opposite. Only the shadows of the trees, flourishing in the wind, made obeisance on the wall.... So loveliness reigned and stillness, and together made the shape of loveliness itself, a form from which life had parted; ... Loveliness and stillness clasped hands in the bedroom, and among the shrouded jugs and sheeted chairs even the prying of the wind, and the soft nose of the clammy sea airs, rubbing, snuffling, iterating, and reiterating their questions- "Will you fade? will you perish?"- scarcely disturbed the peace, the indifference, the air of pure integrity, as if the question they asked scarcely needed that they should answer :we remain."

                                                                 Virginia Woolf , To the lighthouse