Nymphomania and the charm of the hidden
The beauty and charm of the hidden occupy us in culture, art and traditions since the beginning of time. This attraction, which in the old times was and is a variant of the gods or better of the goddesses and nature spirits,also leads us to the still very well-known term “Nymphomanie”.
Nymphomania – a word that already carries its mystical origin. An expression of the unrestrained desire, the strong erotic attraction stems from the eponymous nature goddesses of the ancient world, the nymphs.
Nymphs, companions of the olympic gods, of exquisite beauty and yet so close to man. They are tranquil beings, though dance, song and the embrace of the mortals and immortals is their nature.
The symbolism of the nymphs is manifold. It particularly covers the areas of fertility and sexuality.For example, from Vladimir Nabokov’s “Lolita” the term “nymphi” comes from a type of precocious girl whom the protagonist finds sexually attractive.
The word “nymph” is also used in some cultures for symbols of the female genitalia such as lotus flowers, white water lilies and certain snails. But you should not fall in love with a water nymph. She is passionate about flirting but rarely takes it seriously. Broken hearts adorn her nearly 10,000 years long life. A reverberation has been preserved in popular belief in mermaids, especially the pernicious quality of dragging their darlings down into the moist depths;
“The water lilies suddenly shuddered in the still pond. The water rippled and hit the wall gently. The lizard darted away. Bormus stared into the water, trapped by the spell that suddenly surrounded the place. In the midst of the water lilies a female being showed herself, infinitely seductive and infinitely mysterious. Her skin was lighter than the petals; her eyes were green as the leaves. Dark hair wrapped in garlands flowed into the water over her moist, glossy shoulders.Â She raised a hand and Bormus leaned toward her. But then he hesitated and backed away.
“You are not mortal, virgin,” he said.
The woman smiled dreamily, shook her head and waved, and the youth’s eyes darkened with desire. He stretched out his arms.
The moment his fingertips touched the water, the woman grasped his wrist with an iron grip. Sharp little nails drilled into his flesh, and the slender arm pulled Bormus relentlessly into the water, down into the world under the earth, where still the water spirits prevailed and humans could not breathe.
Verzauberte Welten, Wassergeister
Unfortunately, many imbue nymphomania with qualities that are hardly or not at all reflected in this word. Just as Rembrandt shows us a much more subtle, almost timid and yet passionate scene in Diana Bathing with her Nymphs with Actaeon and Callisto, flirting and dancing with a nymph is an exuberant play that begins slowly with little waves and only towards the end like one roaring wave breaks over the dancers.
Please don’t tip-toe
Come close, let’s flow
Anchor in me, get lost at sea
The world’s your oyster, and I am the pearl
Open waters sink into me slowly
So baby come and take a swim with me
Make me ripple ’til I’m wavy
Don’t be scared to dive in deep
And start a tsunami
Oh, you’re waking up an ocean of emotion
That my body can’t hide
Oh, now you’re soaked in my devotion
‘Cause you opened up a paradise
– Katy Perry