as you watched yourself go by... and all the girls dreamed that theyd be your partner...
The mythological treat of this story:Narcissus is remembered for having fallen in love with his own reflection.
Great beauty Narcissus, who was loved by Apollo and is counted among the most handsome young men, was the son of the river god Cephisus and the nymph Liriope [Hyg.Fab.271; Ov.Met.3.342], or of Endymion and Selene (Moon) [Nonn.48.581].
His beauty has been compared to that of Adonis, whom Aphrodite loved, or to that of Endymion, whom Selene loved, or to that of Ganymedes, whom Zeus loved, or to that of Hyacinthus 1, whom Apollo loved, or to that of Hylas, whom Heracles 1 loved, or to that of Hermaphroditus, whom Salmacis loved, or to that of Chrysippus 2, whom Laius 1 loved. It is also said that his looks were worthy of Dionysus 2 or Apollo.
Tiresias' prophecy When Narcissus was born, Tiresias was asked whether the child would live a long life, and the seer, aware of the difficulties of the enigmatic maxim "Know thyself", replied:
"If he never knows himself." [Tiresias. Ovid, Metamorphoses 3.350]
Loved by many When Narcissus was a sixteen years old deer-hunter, the nymph Echo (another reflection) fell in love with him. But her love was not returned, and she disappeared from woods and mountains, fading away. It is told that not even her bones remained, having been turned into stone, but that her voicemade utterly brief by the anger of Hera still lives in her. Besides Echo, many other NYMPHS and youths sought Narcissus' love, but were ignored by him. Finally one of them prayed to heaven:
"So may he himself love, and not gain the thing he loves!" [Ovid, Metamorphoses 3.405]
Impossible love That prayer was heard by Nemesis. And so Narcissus, having come to a pool to quench his thirst, saw his reflection in its smooth surface, and fell in love with it. And since he could not obtain the object of his love, he died of sorrow by the same pool. The NYMPHS grieved him, including Echo. But when they prepared his funeral pyre, they could not find his body. Instead they found the flower that today bears his name.
It is told that Narcissus still keeps gazing on his image in the waters of the river Styx, in the Underworld.
Narcissus discovers his image in a pool
The story and the flower The spring where Narcissus saw himself is said to be in the territory of the Thespians, in a place called Donacon. Some reject the story of Narcissus looking into the water, failing to understand that he saw his own reflection, falling in love with himself, and dying of love at the spring. They find it stupid to imagine that a man old enough to fall in love was unable to distinguish a man from a man's reflection. Instead they assert that Narcissus had a twin sister, and that both were exactly alike in appearance. He (they explain) fell in love with his sister, and when she died he used to visit the spring, knowing well that he saw his reflection, but finding some relief for his love because it reminded him of his sister [Pau.9.31.7-9].
It is also believed [Pau.9.31.9] that the flower already existed before Narcisuss, at the time when Hades abducted Persephone. For it was while she gathered flowers over a meadow, attracted by the sweet scent of the narcissus ("and not violets"), that the earth opened and Hades sprang out upon her with his immortal horses, taking her with him to be the queen of the Underworld. Others [Hom.Dem.9] affirm, however, that the "snare for the bloom-like girl" consisted of roses, crocuses, irises, hyacinths, the narcissus, and violets
you narcisstic??? never! you just have a deep appreciation for perfection and you like its reflection! you my dear are very humble... its one of your qualities that I certainly admire most. Have a smashing weekend love~
umm.. i actually am a little narcisstic, KL.. i can't pass a mirror without checking my appearance.. i wold say it is mainly down to like to look presentable, but i do admit to a modicum of vanity.. will probably tell you it is 100% vanity though..
but, thanks hun.. for whatever amount of vanity i possess, there is always more part humbleness.