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These daughters of Zeus and Themis were: Eirene: The personification of peace Eunomia: The personification of law and order Dike: The personification of justice
We two [Deucalion and Pyrrha, after the deluge] form a multitude.
[Lat., Nos duo turba sumus.]
Mythological symbols touch and exhilarate centers of life beyond the reach of vocabularies of reason and coercion.
That little punk," Zeus grumbled. "Prometheus armed the cockroaches." Next to him, the goddess Hera said, "Uh, what?" "Nothing," Zeus muttered. He yelled to his guards: "Find Prometheus and get him in here. NOW!
You see what you expect to see, Severus.
Christians who like to write might do as a description of the genus. But the actual species shared more precise characteristics, including intellectual vivacity, love of death, conservative politics, memories of war, and a passion for beef, beer, and verbal battle.
Ah, the Gods of little men which make them smaller still.
These stars of earth, these golden flowers.
Ipsum Nomen Res Ipsa: The Name Itself is the Thing Itself. I.N.R.I.: Isis, Apophis, Osiris: IAO.
Goose [pen] bee [wax] and calf [parchment] govern the world.
[Lat., Anser, apie, vitellus, populus et regna gubernant.]
An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.
I should fear the infinite power and inflexible justice of the almighty mortal hardly as yet apotheosized, so wholly masculine, with no sister Juno, no Apollo, no Venus, nor Minerva, to intercede for me, thumoi phileousa te, kedomene te.
Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,
Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature ... .
They that have voice of lions and act of hares,
are they not monsters?
What troops Of generous boys in happiness thus bred Saturnians through life's Tempe led, Went from the North and came from the South, With golden mottoes in the mouth, To lie down midway on a bloody bed.
Crito we owe a rooster to Aesculapius
And now we're being assaulted by the gallu. May they all burn and perish in the ashes of a dragon's scaly ass! (Tyris)
I am the god Apostolos. The Harbinger of Telikos. The Final Fate of all. Beloved son of Apollymi the Great Destroyer. My will makes the will of the universe. [Apostolos / Acheron Parthenopaeus]
From Spiritual Directions of Diadochus of Photiki
Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty.
Our Euripides the human,
With his droppings of warm tears,
and his touchings of things common
Till they rose to meet the spheres.
(Obin: "it," not "he" or "she." Because they're hermaphrodites. That means male and female sex organs. Go ahead and have your giggle. I'll wait. Okay, done? Good.)
Eros guides us to Logos.
I know that I am mortal and the creature of a day; but when I search out the massed wheeling circles of the stars, my feet no longer touch the earth, but, side by side with Zeus himself, I take my fill of ambrosia, the food of the gods.
They were firemakers! They were gods! [humans]
Astonishing, really, that they still look human. They ought to look like megaphones, like screams, like brutal desires, like beery ecstasies ... like decadent barism. But the unconscious drive to remain in God's image seems to be so strong that not even the six-day races can quite eradicate it.
Whom the gods notice they destroy.
Who did you eat this time? (Acheron)
It wasn't a who, akri. It was something that had hornies on its head like me. There were a bunch of them actually. All of them had hornies and they made a strange moo-moo sound. (Simi)
Apollo and the little fruit demon, they
These are pious, clean-living men, worshipping at the temple of their own bodies."
"Hmm. Sounds distinctly erotic.
My gods dwell in temples made with hands.
They are the we of me.
Little creatures they were who seemed to have been blown from glass.
Odysseus and his soldiers to certain destruction. Odysseus
Sing, goddess, of Achilles' ruinous anger
Which brought ten thousand pains to the Achaeans,
And cast the souls of many stalwart heroes
To Hades, and their bodies to the dogs
And birds of prey.
I am my senses and nothing more, and I know this is what Allusius brings me.
There are worse things than minotaurs at the centre.
Pulvis et umbra sumus. (We are but dust and shadow.)
The friendship between my hand and this stone enacts an ancient and irrefutable eros, the kindredness of matter with itself.
Earth has waited for them, All the time of their growth Fretting for their decay: Now she has them at last.
For they were the stuff of nightmares; maggoty abominations possessed of incalculable and vile intellect that donned flesh and spines of men and beasts to shield themselves from the sun and enable themselves to walk upright instead of merely slithering.
I believe that used responsibly and in a mature way, the entheogens mediate access to the numinous dimensions of existence, have a great healing and transformative potential, and represent a very important tool for spiritual development.
They say the only way you can truly kill a Celestra is by fire. I would gladly lend myself to the flames to peer down eternally over this sinful disgrace of a planet that houses cowards such as these.
If the hero is not a person, the emblem
Of him, even if Xenophon, seems
To stand taller than a person stands, has
A wider brow, large and less human
Eyes and bruted ears: the man-like body
Of a primitive.
Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain- beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering.
They are twilight creatures, beings of dawn and dusk, of standing between one thing and another, of not quite and almost, of borderlands and shadows.
Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
Ye Children of Man! whose life is a span, Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous, Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay!
Why aren't you at your booth?" "She ran out of bats' testicles and hares' anuses," I piped up.
"Is it anuses or ani?" Roxy asked in an aside, looking perplexed. "You say octopi, don't you? Shouldn't more than one hare's anus be ani?
Ancient charmers with skeleton throats and peachy cheeks that have a rather ghastly bloom upon them seen by daylight, when indeed these fascinating creatures look like Death and the Lady fused together, dazzle the eyes of men. Forth
How like they are to human things!
The more one limits oneself, the closer one is to the infinite; these people, as unworldly as they seem, burrow like termites into their own particular material to construct, in miniature, a strange and utterly individual image of the world
For Tempus ... was a dozen storm gods' avatar; no army he sanctified could know defeat; no war he fought could not be won. Combat was life to him; he fought like the gods themselves ...
Majorian presents the welcome discovery of a great and heroic character, such as sometimes arise, in a degenerate age, to vindicate the honor of the human species.
Let's at least hope it's not a gallu.
Why? They're not all bad, in a smelly, need-to-be-killed kind of way.
Here comes a pair of very strange beast, which in all tongues are called "fools".
Our houses are hosts to these creatures which are ultra-tiny (so small they were only first discovered in 1965) which live in human carpets, in our beds, on our food, floating in the air, in fact, they are omnipresent.
What is across there? Lykos said.
Death, whatever that is. Said Calidus.
How should the little creatures, the awakened worlds, reach out to knowledge of the whole cosmos, and of the divine? Instead they must play their own part in the drama, and appreciate their own tragic end with godlike detachment and relish.
We are not gods Pontius, we are monsters!
Whom the gods wish to destroy, they give unlimited resources.
Call me Silidons, for such I am.
But who are they anyway?
To decide what I am.
These are the screams within these are the life streams bleeding from skin
Mars and Venus are at it again. This time, Hephaestus is standing by with a private detective, a photographer, and a lawyer.
Now fight me! For today thee House of Hades will be called the saviors of Olympus.
Dionysus the god of drinking so hard you wake up with TWO hangovers and then they FIGHT.
Please tell me your master isn't Aeolus."
"That airhead?" Favonius snorted. "No, of course not."
"He means Eros." Nico's voice turned edgy. "Cupid, in Latin."
Favonius smiled. "Very good, Nico di Angelo. I'm glad to see you again, by the way. It's been a long time.
Seas move away, why not lovers? The harbours of Ephesus, the rivers of Heraclitus disappear and are replaced by estuaries of silt. The wife of Candaules becomes the wife of Gyges. Libraries burn.
If we were bees, ants, or Lacedaemonian| warriors, to whom personal fear does not exist and cowardice is the most shameful thing in the world, warring would go on forever. But luckily we are only men - and cowards.
Fie these gods! What beings are these who would play so cruelly with the sensibilities of rational, conscientious mortals?
Eros is everywhere. It is what binds.
Who gives to Aristaeus honey;
Or wine to Bacchus, or Triptolemus
Earth's fruits, or apples to Alcinous?
The ancients, sir, are the ancients, and we are the people of today.
fractious, four-legged children of Satan,
TEIRESIAS:
You have your eyes but see not where you are
in sin, nor where you live, nor whom you live with.
Do you know who your parents are? Unknowing
you are enemy to kith and kin
in death, beneath the earth, and in this life.
These are the beautiful people, who, befitting their rank as gods and goddesses of a powerful modern mythology, lead beautiful lives in beautiful houses, attired in beautiful clothes and, ostensibly, thinking only beautiful thoughts.
Until the blood from my pen runs dry, I shall worship the Greek body, the Greek mind, and the Greek soul.
Until my tears land upon Greek soil, I shall forever live in exile.
The mob is a monster, with the hands of Briareus, but the head of Polyphemus,
strong to execute, but blind to perceive.
A miniature model of the solar system, contained within a glass dome. It was a beautiful thing; each of the moons glimmered in place around the nine planets and the fiery sun,
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.
Here and now was always where Tempus was, not off somewhere in the realm of Greater Good or Mortal Soul or Eternal Consequence. He'd lost the ability to determine greater good, if there was one; his mortal soul he'd given up on long ago. And as for eternal consequence - he was its embodiment.
Heretics have been hated from the beginning of recorded time; they have been ostracized, exiled, tortured, maimed, and butchered; but it has generally proved impossible to smother them; and when it has not, the society that has succeeded has always declined.
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.
We are living in what the Greeks called the kairos- the right moment- for a 'metamorphosis of the gods', of the fundamental principles and symbols. This peculiarity of our time, which is certainly not of our conscious choosing, is the expression of the unconscious man within us who is changing.
I am fond of them, of the inferior beings of the abyss, of those who are full of longing.
SCORPIUS: The what? The where? Look, I am as excited as you are to be a rebel for the first time in my life - yay - train roof - fun - but now - oh.
Fallaces sunt rerum speciaes. The appearances of things are deceptive.
It shall be a duty and a pleasing sport to wander with Momus beneath the tropic stars where Melpomene once stalked austere.
What else would they be?"
"No idea." Arik shrugged ... "Aliens, mabye?"
"Aliens." Thanatos's voice was flat, disbelieving.
"Your scepticism is funny, coming from one of the Four fucking Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Thou oughtest to know, since thou livest near the gods.
[Lat., Scire, deos quoniam propius contingis, oportet.]
The Ainu youth came upon a band of Ainu hunters passing through the area. "What is this area called?" he asked them.
"Do you really think this asshole of a terrain even deserves a name?" they replied.
SCORPIUS: A doe? Lily's Patronus. SNAPE: Strange, isn't it? What comes from within.
Then Bioy Casares recalled that one of the heresiarchs of Uqbar had stated that mirrors and copulation are abominable, since they both multiply the numbers of man.
Suetonius, in holding up a mirror to those Caesars of diverting legend, reflects not only them but ourselves: half-tamed creatures, whose great moral task is to hold in balance the angel and the monster within - for we are both, and to ignore this duality is to invite disaster.
[Hermes addresses Prometheus :] To you, the clever and crafty, bitter beyond all bitterness, who has sinned against the gods in bestowing honors upon creatures of a day
to you, thief of fire, I speak.
Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly.
And there they ring the walls, the young, the lithe. The handsome hold the graves they won in Troy; the enemy earth rides over those who conquered.
Aristotle's scala naturae, which runs from God, the angels, and humans at the top, downward to other mammals, birds, fish, insects, and mollusks at the bottom.
Under the volcano! It was not for nothing the ancients had placed Tartarus under Mt. Aetna, nor within it, the monster Typhoeus, with his hundred heads and - relatively - fearful eyes and voices.