Narcissus, the son of River God Cephissus and Nymph Liriope, was a beautiful youth who could not and did not think it ever remotely possible to love anyone other himself; that is, until he saw his very own reflection in the water and was thus so love smitten, that he could not and dared not leave the attractive visage - rooted and transfixed so until he hence perished. The beauty of the mind, body and soul ought not and shall not be quantified in ethereal subjectives that only serve to form, a delusional cloud cover, through which, contemporary disdainment and spurned inhumanity exhaust condensation.
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