tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107887.post8454503836438921347..comments2024-03-29T08:52:01.745-04:00Comments on Not Another Episcopal Church Blog: Reflection on the Worship of a Crystal BallUndergroundpewsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182191422663119484noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107887.post-67705525098682543262014-01-16T09:02:12.762-05:002014-01-16T09:02:12.762-05:00She (or perhaps we) would be both Echo and Narciss...She (or perhaps we) would be both Echo and Narcissus. Of Echo, "Scorned, she wanders in the woods and hides her face in shame among the leaves, and from that time on lives in lonely caves. But still her love endures, increased by the sadness of rejection. Her sleepless thoughts waste her sad form, and her body’s strength vanishes into the air. Only her bones and the sound of her voice are left. Her voice remains, her bones, they say, were changed to shapes of stone. She hides in the woods, no longer to be seen on the hills, but to be heard by everyone. It is sound that lives in her." Of Narcissus, "Fool, why try to catch a fleeting image, in vain? What you search for is nowhere: turning away, what you love is lost! What you perceive is the shadow of reflected form: nothing of you is in it." Ovid: The Metamorphoses Book IIIUndergroundpewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10182191422663119484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107887.post-84105320322849291912014-01-15T23:06:27.341-05:002014-01-15T23:06:27.341-05:00I think it's Lady Gaga catching a reflection o...I think it's Lady Gaga catching a reflection of herself.Dale Matsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12975212053636312471noreply@blogger.com