Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful, but because it is his. If it were his beauty that enthralled him, he would be set free in a few years by its fading.
Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful, but because it is his. If it were his beauty that enthralled him, he would be set free in a few years by its fading.
My understanding is Narcissus fell in love with the image without knowing the image was his reflection. In that sense it was not his. It was other. He loved an illusion, and that illusion happened to be himself.
Something about the growth of consciousness, perhaps. Or maybe a failed reading and poor memory. Hard to say.