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The Folly of Apollo

Legend has it that the sun god and mighty archer Apollo one day found Cupid playing with his bow and arrow. Apollo chided the young child saying that he is the mightier marksman between the two. Cupid, whose arrows never failed to make those it hits fall with desire for a beloved, was insulted. He said that his arrows are far mightier than Apollo's and he was going to prove it.

So Cupid took two arrows from his quiver. One was an arrow which makes the one hit by it desire an other relentlessly and tirelessly so as to never give up; the other was to make the one struck by it flee anyone who desires him or her as to never give back any love. When Apollo was not watching, Cupid hit Apollo with the arrow of desire while the arrow of despise hit a beautiful lady named Daphne. Apollo never knew what hit him and so did Daphne. But when Apollo saw how beautiful Daphne was, he fell in love with her and immediately tried to approach her. But upon seeing the bedazzled sun god, Daphne ran away from him like he were a plague.

From then on, Apollo, all-wise and all-powerful, scoured the ends of the earth running after Daphne whom he thought embodied love and beauty. But at the same time, Daphne did all that she could to renounce and hate whatever action and manifestation of a love that was so pristine was given to her. Apollo, whose voice is revered and wisdom sought for in the temple of Delphi suddenly became mute to this one unanswerable question within which he found himself. He couldn't see why Daphne and him could never be. His bow and arrows were arrested by an unrequited love.


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