There is one man who demonstrates lucidly the tantalizing perils of
introspection and the scrutiny of one's own
endlessly fascinating self. This man is
Narcissus, who
fell in love with
his own image as reflected in a calm pond.
The consequences of such iniquitous toil may only conquer a third party's instinctive revulsion in the instance of the most ruthlessly sincere, the most clever, and most infiltrating of observers.
Illustrative of this are Armani, Hermann Hesse, exististialism, Solo Performance and Portraiture.