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25 Oct 2008

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The Prologue from the book, The Alchemist...

The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.

The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, 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, 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 fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.

"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.

"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always 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, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!!"

The lake was silent for some time.

Finally it said: "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," the alchemist thought.

I don't want to take any conclusion for that story because I know, and I very realize that you all are mature enough, or even more mature than me to take conclusion by yourself.

But,,,,,I want to end this story with telling you a theory of psycho analysis.

A theory said that actually everybody loves themselves. Looking at the story of Narcissus and that theory, now we know that actually not only narcissus and the lake of salty tears that love themselves but also we all love ourselves too.

Maybe we don't or never realize it before because our love to ourselves is not as big as the love of narcissus to his self.

I think that's all I want to say.

Thank you for the time.

Thank you for the opportunity.

And thank you too for the T-Shirt!

Assalamu ‘alaikum!

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