meme; pygmalion

[metropolising]

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With the hands of an artist, you crafted your heartsong, something that...became a someone. Someone out of your dreams. Maybe you were commissioned to create a statue, a doll, a robot, a computer program or AI or clone or any concept almost but not quite life. Then again, paths diverge. You could have created a masterpiece on accident. Right place, right time might come into play; you opened yourself up, thought about your 'perfect match,' and the universe decided to indulge you.

Paths diverge. Yet they meet up again where it counts: you, the creator, fall in love with what you've created. How could you not? They're yours.

In book 10 of Ovid's Metamorphoses, Pygmalion was a Cypriot sculptor who carved a woman out of ivory. According to Ovid, after seeing the Propoetides prostituting themselves, Pygmalion declared that he was "not interested in women", but then found his statue was so beautiful and realistic that he fell in love with it.

In time, Aphrodite's festival day came, and Pygmalion made offerings at the altar of Aphrodite. There, too scared to admit his desire, he quietly wished for a bride who would be "the living likeness of my ivory girl." When he returned home, he kissed his ivory statue, and found that its lips felt warm. He kissed it again, and found that the ivory had lost its hardness. Aphrodite had granted Pygmalion's wish.

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roles
➊ pygmalion ➝ the creator, witting or otherwise.
➋ galatea ➝ the created. how do you respond to your existence, your origin...and your fate?