Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a Lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. AAt the spot where he fell, a flower was born. 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?" a goddess asked.    "I weep for