Studying

Prologue

Narcissus was a youth who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that one morning he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, it was called the narcissus.
When Narcissus died the Goddesses of the Forest came to the shore of the lake and found its fresh water had turned to a lake of salty tears.
"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked the lake.
"I weep for Narcissus", replied the lake.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narciussus," the Goddesses said, "for we always persued him in the forest, yet you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"Was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better to know than you?" the Goddesses asked in wonder, "After all, it was by your banks he knelt each morning."
The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said: "I weep for Narcissus , but I never noticed his beauty. I weep beacuase every time he knelt beside my banks I could see, in hte depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."

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