Narcissus

Narcissus
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One glance and he was lost. He had made the great discovery: His passion, his god, his one true love -- and it was his own image. I am perfection, he thought. The world begins and ends with me. All the others in this world are phantoms, fleeting and devoid of meaning. They count for little, yet I endure.

Pity this love affair was not confined to mirrors and lakes. But from that day Narcissus first saw his reflection, he began to see everything as it related to his own image. The world was his looking glass. His insatiable appetite for himself took him all over the globe, and he was invariably pleased with what he saw. He left in his path a troubling wake which slipped like a fever through the people who saw him. There is even an West African tribe whose encounter with him led them to create a new verb. The verb means "to look into someone else's eyes and see the reflection of oneself."
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