This life-chase after bubbles, this fighting for trifles, this pursuit of false grails, reminds us of the story of that Grecian boy lured to his death by the enchantress.

Going into the palace garden to pluck a rose, the youth beheld the form of a young girl standing in the edge of the glimmering woods.

With soft words and sweet, she called him.

Forgetting his dear ones in the palace, the youth ran after his enchantress.

Along a pathway of flowers she danced before him, sometimes sweeping the strings of her harp, sometimes singing, and shaking her curls at his haste, ever shooting arrows from her eyes, yet ever just eluding his embrace.