Echo and Narcissus

I found this images and found it very striking, it is another type or retelling of myth. The myth of Echo and Narcissus. This myth has always stood out to me, probably because it is so sad. I heard it years ago and it still hands in the back of my mind especially when I hear my own voice echo. I also sometimes think about it when I see a man due to his self centered actions ruin the chance for love. I heard it so long ago my telling of it is surely different from the original but here is my version, It begins with a disappointing fameriality, Zeus is committing infidelity against Hera. He decides to keep Hera from finding by keeping her occupied with a young girl named Echo. Echo will distract Hera with the Latest gossip and Zeus will slip off unnoticed. Hera sees through this ruse and is not amused.

Hera curses Echo, Echo can now only gossip repeating what others have said. Hera then casts out Echo. Meanwhile Narcissus has been wandering about. Narcissus is quite handsome and known for his vanity, he is downright obsessed with himself. Narcissus and Echo meet and Echo who is beautiful tries to communicate with Narcissus. It doesn't go very well and he is revealed to be rather uncaring believing that Echo is not worth his attentions, not that he really notices her at all.

Echo is crushed and leaves, in time her body in all its beauty fades away. Only Echo's voice trapped by Hera's curse remains, hiding in lonely places, still repeating what she overhears. Narcissus for his uncaring attitude gathers displeasure from one of the Gods, ( I don't know which, but they all tend to like to give out punishments). When Narcissus is wandering about he comes upon a clear pool of perfectly still water, a trap left as punishment. He looks in to the pool and becomes so captivated by his reflection he can't leave. He is happily trapped there staring at himself. Eventually another good takes pity on him and turns him into a flower the same one that now shares his name. The Narcissus flowers is known for growing by still waters and hanging over the water as if looking at its reflection (which it still is).

This Images is by the artist David Revoy and it think it beautifully retells the same tale. I found it on the site http://coolvibe.com. Its a large digital painting to fully appreciate it you may wish to view it full size. Echo with her music player repeating the Latest popular music, is holding what is think is a magazine or newspaper as she sits in her beauty. Echo is entirely unnoticed by Narcissus who is absorbed (captivated even) by his own reflection. Its the same sad story.

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Presentation that anyways is what I have learned

Nathaniel Ellis

November 19, 2013

Mythologies

Paper/presentation

That anyways is what I have learned

I will now ramble upon several topics that overall and have become important to me.

Hardship and pain, experiences and personal change.

What I have experienced

Hardship Beauty

What I am experiencing

Hardship Beauty

What I will experience

Hardship Beauty

I feel very mixed on what should have more impact on my life I have decided that both trial and its opposite both have great impact upon me. Conflict, strife, stress, pain, obstacle, challenge, sickness and loss, sit side by side within my life with with the counterparts, success, love, joy, calm, ease, health and gain.

As anyone progresses through their life I fell that they are continually recreating them selves as they experience living, I truly believe the expression “no man can step in the same river twice”. Because not only has the river moved on and has changed so the man has also changed. This change is the recreating of the persons character.

As I progress through life I am continually experiencing new things and I am changing continually into a new person. I am not the man I was a year ago or a year before that, also I am sure that next year I will to be different from who I am now, I progress as time goes on.

My life is limited, I live in the here and now, yet I feel that I am opened to so many experiences and that I can add their collected influence to my life. These can take many forms from mythology and exploits of heroes, to a chat with my grandmother about WW2 bombings on London. These events are a chance for me to expand my horizons and just like a story told can pass a night in a blink of an eye yet tell the lifetime of a man, they allow me to exchange a small part of my lifetime for another experience.

These experiences can take many forms from travel to far off exit places, to the visit of an art gallery, my life is filled with chances to experience new things. Wonder-full experiences such as novels, classes, conversations with mentors, hikes into the mountains, and morning routines abound in my life.

I think that experience in your life, good, bad, and ugly, act as a catalyst for change, change in character, soul and personality. Even the hard ships, especially the hardships. This experience can happen to you or can happen to another so long as the experience influences you. (The other may or may not be real as in mythology, but real is subjective, belief is very powerful). The retelling of the bombings of London have certainly changed me, I have and hopefully never will actually be woken in the night by air raid sirens and rush to the bomb shelters, but listening to this experience has in some way allowed it to change some part of me.

Now I will return to hardship, pain, and strife and why I think they are important. They are the moments where character is tested and broken. hardship add the color to life and even so they are certainly often not enjoyable. Yet while I would certainly never wish to relive certain events from my past I would not wish give up those experiences, their impact has allowed me to become who I am today.

I believe that as you and I go through life your experiences can either change you or you can decide to control your change. You can be acted upon or you can act upon yourself. I feel that change is unavoidable everywhere you look you can see examples of transformation, in nature and evolution, economics, love, as time passes the so called progress is made, but where is it going? I don’t' think anyone can truly live and yet stay the same to live is to change. Call it entropy or approaching room temp, call it static, call it perfection, I feel it is death, when their can be no change no improvement. I feel that living is changing, as I experience my life I am changing hopefully for the better.

I came to realize some time ago with great frustration that my life will not reach so called “perfection” and I also now realize that that is the way it is supposed to be. “Perfection” the idea that nothing can be added or taken away is something that I cannot achieve. The Lord God knows I have tried and fallen short. My life and my actions have not reached what I had envisioned so long before as perfection. I am continually trying to improve myself and will continue to do so until my death. I continually go through hardship yet now realize that there is great value in theses experiences as they have allowed me to decide who I want to be. Experiences present or allow for an opportunity for a change in my life.

The Idea that hard ship is the color of someones life now really means something to me. Life’s hardships trials, conflict, obstacles, sickness and loss, act in my life. Living is going through hardship and coming out the other side different then you entered. Hardship has become just as important to me as some of my most joyful experiences such as, (but certainly not limited to) creating and viewing art, chatting with friends and family, and experiencing a story.

Pain and hardship are not joyous experiences. I have stress, I have friends who are gravely ill, I have experienced the loss of loved ones, and these are the hardest things I have ever experienced but I realize they they are an opportunity for me to grow in character and to grow as a person. It is pain full but these current experiences allow me to improve myself. I can let stress change me into a nervous wreck or I can control my emotions. I could become bitter, cold, and harder from these hardships acting upon me or I can choose to become caring and supportive, I have become a bit of both I am a harder person but I have also learned to become more caring. I can feel like life is harsh and uncaring or I can decide to value each day as a treasure full of new experiences.

Living is becoming a new person the person you want to be or the person that is decided by your happenstances your experiences. As I said before you can be acted upon by your experiences or your experiences can allow you to act upon yourself. I now realize that I could have taken many other paths as I walked along the path that has lead me to this moment. My life could have been very different But I have chosen for (better or worse) at several points of my life to become the person I am today. I have been acted upon by some of my experiences but I have also acted upon myself. I have come to the realization that my character is largely up to me to decide I can either be acted upon by out side forces, my experiences, or I can choose my own fate as I live my life and experience each day.

That anyways is what I have learned.

Same Old Song and Dance, Retelling of old Tales

This story involves three main characters

Zachariah, The mayor of a small town, located in some lovely out of the way location in a desert like region such as Arizona or Nevada, known for its lovely rock formations. The kind of rock formation with colors such as reds and golds.

Heather, The beautiful wife of the mayor, was the bell of this town, She is pretty smart and popular. Both she and her husband come from wealthy and classy families. Heather's pride and joy is her museum, technically the city's but in all respects it has become her domain.

Ollie, is a current hero for this town as he grew up into a sports star, football, track , it seems that anything he tries he seems to excel at. Currently back from college on break, (full ride sports scholarship) he is telling tails of his latest exploits, he is particularity found of his new belt just won from a bull-riding competition he entered on a whim. He has been a great image to this town and is well liked by just about everyone even the mayor.

Now the tension begins

Heather is currently excited to reveal her latest additions to her museum, The museum has become very important to her, she pores time and energy into its exhibits and has just completed a huge remodel. She wont admit it, but she has been frustrated that Ollie has continually pulled all of the town focus upon himself and his success. (not intentionally of course he is much to modest for that). Yet at the same time she, so truly hard working, she is left with out appreciation. Not this time. She has put a dazzling display together.

The heavens explained, the night sky reveled, was the title of her new museum exhibit, just about to be opened to the public. Heather has made the central exhibit of her domain into a reproduction of the Heavens. The entire museum is remolded and the central exhibit is stunning. Stars sparkle in breathtaking beauty in the main hall. Grand displays tell the tails of comets, suns and moons. It is especially impressive and is Heather's greatest achievement.

At the Grand opening only days away Heather revels hers plans for opening night to her husband (the mayor) at a formal dinner. Ollie is in attendance along with many prominent members of the community. Heather's intent was to grandly revel her plans and then to savor the praise of those assembled, it backfires most spectacularly.

Heather's speech is politely interrupted by Ollie with as suggestion to on the night of her opening "lets all hike out into the rock formations and view the stars to celebrate the opening. I know a great spot, it's not a hard hike it will be great." The whole assembled gathering loves the idea, especially Zachariah. (Its a wonderful opportunity to spread word about the towns nearby hiking and sightseeing, a major source of tourism.)

Heather plans fall apart and her grand opening is mostly replaced in favor for the hike. More then half of her events are canceled to give enough time for the hike. The rest of her careful plans and events are hopelessly rushed and disordered. The whole evening will be a mess. Heather is ticked, furious even, her hands under the table bent a fork into a knot as she said in her sweetest voice "o what a great idea" She swore (silently of course) revenge, with out the slightest trace of rage in her smiling face. This would be the "second" to last time that Ollie would overshadow her in the news.

The museum opening was a disaster, Heather appeared to take it very well. No one noticed that her hand initially clenched in anger, just briefly. She remained calm, reserved, graceful, and patient, the entire evening and always smiling. The Hike was just as wonderful as planed, practically the whole town showed up. The hike lasted into the evening, then everyone watched the sunset from a camp set upon a plateau. The evening reached its climax as the town watched the stars come out. The highlight of the night was a swarm of shooting stars, icing on the cake for a perfect evening of fair skies.

Later in the evening when all slept, using only starlight to guide her, Heather crept ever so silently out into the night to find a equal to her fearsome rage. At last she found an vessel for her fury. She crept back into camp and into Ollie's boot placed her revenge. Then returned ever so silently to her tent and laid quietly listening for only one sound.

Just as the sky was showing the first light of dawn it came, a short yell from a man in surprise, then silence, before a furry of activity as everyone rushed out of tents.

The news reported a full page on the great Ollie, To note it was the "last time" his name appeared on the front page of the paper. The official report was that a Scorpion had crawled into Ollie's boot and in the morning when Ollie went for his daily sunrise run he stepped upon the creature. It stung him only once but killed him quickly. He killed the creature in the process, his last victory. The whole town was heart broken

Zachariah suspected something, but the matter never went farther, except that Ollie would have a permanent memorial in the museum as a town hero. Heather was furious but not wishing to publicly display disapproval placed on Right wall a plaque with a description of the hero, Ollie even with a large picture.

But on the Left wall (the opposite wall) as her private last word, placed a small display to a native species, the scorpion. And both stand to this day in the main hall of the museum, within the heavens surrounded by stars.



The clues

Zachariah Z Zeus

Heather H Hera

Ollie O Orion


Zechariah is mayor or highest office Zeus rules as a king

Heather treats the museum as her domain ruling like a queen Hera is queen of the gods known for her beauty

Heather and Zachariah both come from wealthy and classy families being this represents their divinity and that they are set apart from other people as gods.

Ollie is a town hero succeeds over every challenge and has a notable belt. Orion also is a hero and is known for his belt.

The museum is the heavens filled with stars

Hera kills Orion with a scorpion one of her creations, he steps on it and they both die. Orion is placed into the constellations with his Belt. Hera places the Scorpion into the heavens as the constellation Scorpio as its reward. They are on opposite sides of the heavens (Right wall and Left wall) So that they do not encounter one another again.

The death of orchids and cultures thoughts on extinction

The story teller returned to my thoughts a contemplation I had thought on years ago and have still not solved. This contemplation this dilemma focuses on the comparison of a human culture to a biological species how similar they are and how both are so irreplaceable. I feel so conflicted on this issue because to me a species is like a treasure such as a painting, so irreplaceable. Their can be only one original, it is wonderful and once lost their is really no way to restore it. (In the practical sense, science can do wonders but it can not seems to restore things to how the have been in continuing equilibrium. I have heard science can clone the mammoth but can it set them loose into the world as as wild sustaining system tat fits into its own ecosystem, I doubt it sadly) A culture is so much the same once it has died out it is really lost, its traditions rituals and stories, fade to memory and them to history. Just like the Dodo bird lost to history never again to walk earth.

Both cultures and species take an glorious amount of time to form, both based upon what has come before, ever slowly changing to fit within their surroundings, Evolving so gracefully. (If I can be permitted to use that term, I think on this issue from the stand point of someone who is fascinated by genetics and the tree of life, yet I am also a Christian and have never really felt the conflict that so many, from both sides of the debate, say is present)

I guess what I am getting at is that both cultures and biological species have in my mind so many similarities and maybe that is what saddens me. Because in biology species go extinct as a part of the natural order, if a species can not survive they will die out, they will be replaced. Survival of the fittest is ruthless at its heart not by choice but by chance.

 In a nutshell Natural variation is a process created from chance but controlled by survival. Mutations (or change) are created randomly and will affect fitness (or survival). Likely hood suggests accurately that the individuals that are more fit in their surroundings are the more likely to survive and so produce offspring like them selves. Individuals that are less fit are less likely to produce offspring and therefore are superseded by those who do.

Its a nice clean calm fact based and ruthless system, terribly ruthless. With no over-site or guidance nature works every gracefully, the species present gradually change by chance and selection so to improve their fitness. And we are surrounded by its wonders, a personal favorite of mine are orchids. This Type of plant is often known first for lovely flowers, in many wondrous shapes. Orchids are a truly interesting group that is quite diverse.Some orchids are known for their very specific habitats and conditions of growth, even slight changes can result in the death of the plants and their is a fragility a tragedy. I find it so sad that nature would spend so long to produce a thing so lovely that is destined to fade into history. Change in habitat, even a very small one, can result of extinction of a beautiful flower. Simply because conditions are no longer right for the flower and so it will be replaced by an organism more fit. It is natural and a continuing process leading the way for the creating of other things, maybe other flowers. Its wonderful to think of how life will continue on changing into new and wonderful forms and tragic to watch as these wonders replace or supersede other wonders.

And here we are back to myths, legends, rituals, societies and cultures. Like biological species they develop over time, gradually building on what has come before until today. I can't help but to see the similarities, are cultures also governed by natural selection? It appears so and their fore it is natural and somewhat unavoidable to see cultures fade into history as the the world changes. Societies that can no longer the most fit for their surroundings are simply going to be replaced by other societies and walks of life. Its sad but I am still hopeful. I hope that all is not lost and that some aspects of a dying culture are incorporated into the new, that unlike a species their can be a little blending and society can continue onward incorporating the best elements forward. I am hopeful because natural selection ideally leads to ever improving the chances of survival and continually selects for improvements, maybe it means that cultures are always improving and will always continue to do so. I feel that their is no perfect culture or society on earth, but I believe societies can change. I hope that human culture continues to improve itself, not just for survival but for greater things such as peace on earth and goodwill among men.

 I think it is pointless just to survive, I think our society can be beautiful just like an orchid, we just need to make it that way. Unlike natural selection we can provide oversight and guidance to our own development we choose our own destiny and I hope and fear for our future, but at the end of the day its up to us. Mankind's culture can develop by natural selection or we can choose our destiny, I do hope we choose wisely instead of simply chance and selection.

But these are just my thoughts