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Morphis and the Reflecting Pool

Morphis isn’t top-notch: half a brain gray matter, the other half scotch. With a curious eye, he peers into the reflecting pool beckoning with a blue sky. He finds the scene so gorgeous he blindly plunges in. But reflections can be dangerous. And to his sorrow the water proves not to be deep but in fact shallow. With a severe concussion his head in plaster Morphis listens to a discussion by his pyschoanalyst who relates an ancient myth about a boy named Narcissus and similar other fools and the dangers of illusions in reflecting pools.

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Date: 4/2/2020 10:42:00 PM
I went nuts looking up Morphis. I finally found Morpheus god of dreams. Are they the same god? I agree that dreams often seem like illusions.
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