His object of affection wasn' t himself, it was his reflection.

And there lies the difference. A humble man falls in love with himself; a vain man falls in love with his reflection.

And if we have the strength to be honest, then what we find there staring back at us is our own reflection, bearing witness to the duality of life.

I still go to the lake sometimes and sit there. Looking at my reflection is different now too.

I enjoyed hanging out by the water. I would sit there for hours and stare at my reflection.