The alchemist picked up a book someone left behind, leafing through the pages he found a story about Narcissus. The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily 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, which was called the Narcissus. But this was not how the author of the book ended the story. He said that when Narcissus died the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been freshwater transformed into a lake of salty tears.
Why do you weep? the goddess asked. “I weep for Narcissus” the lake replied. “Ah, it is no surprise you weep for Narcissus, they said. For though we also pursued him in the forest you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.
But….was Narcissus beautiful the lake asked? Who better than you to know that, the goddesses said in wonder. It was on your banks he knelt each day to contemplate himself. The lake was silent for some time, finally it said, “I weep 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…