Narcissus of the Greek myth slowly wastes away. Refusing to look away from his reflection in the pond, he dies of thirst and starvation.
The myth assumes that the pond is placid. There are no ripples. But what if a storm troubles the waters, rippling the pond –something like a virus that does not notice Narcissus’s need to see his own reflection in the pond.
Narcissus mutters to himself until, at last, his voice falls silent, except for Echo, repeating his words, forgetful of what she had surrendered to his power: the confidence and beauty that come only from within.
Teach me, like you, to drink creation whole And, casting out myself, become a soul. - Richard Wilbur, “The Aspen and the Stream,” Advice to a Prophet (1961)
Gordon C. Stewart, Chaska, MN, March 12, 2020.