The legend of Narcissus.
Soothsayers prophesied : Narcissus shall live to a ripe old age if he didn't come to know himself.
But the universe, always on the verge of increasing the entropy of itself, couldn't bear this notion, this permanency of thought of some old hags efficient at reading the language of the stars, or so they claim and we believe(d), perhaps.
Son of a goddess, the beauty of this young boy was unfathomable.Of which he didn't know. Which was good. Because the unfathomable cannot be fathomed. Atleast physically.
The work of the Destiny-writer or some random collisions of some infinite molecules led this boy to a pond. And again, through the same process, led this boy to peek into the still water. And what he saw changed his world.
The most beautiful person he had ever seen or imagined to see. And again the universe playing its own peevy games, it was love at first sight. For days the boy stared at his reflection. The reflection provided him everything food, water, and the most important of all, love. Again permanency. Again universe. Again randomness.
And in his love, he fell and drowned into the pond. Unfathomably. In a few days, the water of the pond metamorphosed into salty tears.
Why? The gods asked it.
The lake: I weep for Narcissus.
God: Ah yes. He was a beautiful boy.
The lake: I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.
"What a lovely story", said the Alchemist and the Tab.
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What do you infer, my readers, from the above composition? Do you find the writing style unique? Is it funny? Or is Narcissus stupid?
Well but what did Narcissus do? He realized himself. What is wrong with knowing about yourself? Isn't it the meaning of life? But doesn't it spoil the fun for the ubiquitous space called the Universe.
Think, my readers. Is it really necessary to ponder over things that you have got from yourself. Things that belong to you through an eternal bond. Things that are sufficient to define a world, self-sufficient in itself, obviously. For I, I have stopped defining my world. Because over the past few months, I have realized that being contained in your own world is what makes you blind. And fall. But having a world that encompasses the universe is what makes even the universe fall beneath your feet.
