it can be nothing but a deviation from modern
concerns -
i was once in a pub, drinking a beer -
and this medical student turns to me and asks:
- if you could be a god, which one would you want to be?
without resistance, without hesitance the reply?
- hades!
of all venerated beings - his: the sole "phatom"
so feared that no palace of worship was
erected; that's right: no temple in his name;
but just imagine my shock: a medical student
who supposed the existence of gods -
and yet in a society where there are these
diaper atheists... these biologists
and physicists - these proponents:
they really take the romance out of the universe -
and here is this hippocratic oath adherent
and he's inclined to believe in the gods:
for the sole purpose that he can manage
complicated tasks on the "microscopic" stage -
in his niche -
while on the macro-plataeu
he's like: well nothing explains nothing,
or the many other nothings.
rare to see a plural form
of that singularity.
but of course: the mere thought contemplating the gods
is comforting - evidently we're not the people
to suggest or enforce a ritual to sacrifice one's time
with a duty of prayer -
walk into any monotheistic temple
and film the lunatics... sober lunatics: which is worse
than watching intoxicated lunatics dancing as if
they might be enthralled by the concept of prayer.
just looking through the aeneid glossary -
can you even imagine if they will someday unearth
skeleton of centaurs? obviously you could only
unearth dinosaurs first, however much you push down
in geological terms: the older remains are unearthed
first, that's the tectonic dynamic: older comes first -
in organic terms: skeletons are, after all: organic
materials... and centaurs might not be an ease
metaphor to stomach after some time -
but what is the darwinistic
improbabilty of their existence, that once was, but now
isn't? what is the darwinistic improbability?
it's about time we force these questions,
since darwinism has lost all of its scientific sensibility
and has become level-tier with marxism in
the battleground of culture - it has finally caught
up with marxism as a cultural impetus.
yet peering into the aeneid glossary
i had to invent at least one god, and one river of hades -
a. acheron - the river of grief
b. cocytys - the river of wailing
c. eridanus - a river leading into the underworld
d. gela - the river of laughter
e. lethe - the river of forgetfulness
f. styx - the river of hate
g. ucalegon - the river of uncaring.
what is indicated: i once had the idea to
compete with the styx - the river borrowed from german:
the zunge - or the river of tongues -
perhaps idle talk, the river of gossip -
or of those who drank from it: became prone to
the whisper of the god janus - the two faced god,
who, upon ushering his two tongue's into
the drinker's mind: split the drinker's mind in half.
yet i find the concept of the river ucalegon
more befitting to this realm... named so after a trojan
warrior - still, the literal, simply: not caring;
and do the dead care?
if the living can only muster a cult of the grave -
but not the cult of memory -
no wonder so many pass into
the shades, through sheer neglect in organic remains
of their legacy.
so of this god?
well, narcissus and his brother
solipssus -
but there is another, akin to the ancient diety of the latins,
namely quirinus (romulus deified?) - rooted
by origin in quirus - meaning spear.
i really can understand plagiarism on a polytheistic
scale, how zeus became jove, how kronos became saturn,
how pilumnus has no greek equivalent -
how hades became pluto -
that i can understand, a plagiarism
on a polytheistic scale... but what happens on a monotheistic
scale? tyranny against the mind!
enforced labour for a mere sake of an argument,
what happened when the qu'ran was written.
and since we're on the topic:
słowianin - słowo
and the horrid english slav( ) with a supposed
missing limb of e...
again: know your mother and of that earth speak
the tongue - it is derived from, quiet simply word...
so we are wordsmiths first, keen workers? sure.
but wordsmiths first - in essence -
and indeed, if there was the ancient italian god
quirinus -
it would seem natural for the opposite
of a spear, akin to the maxim: the pen is mightier than
the sword... ergo?
quill...
and the diety?
Quilios.
for a silesian peasant, that might translate
into regional idiom as - Piórkowiak:
patron of god of poets, with enough ***** to conjure
such explanations - that those in
the hippocratic community might appreciate, even they
can... but obviously, the cultural darwinists
have but one answer, and it's almost
akin to the islamic dictatorial stance for defining
what culture is, and what culture isn't;
sensible? was it really about sense & sensibility?
maybe for jane austen is was... not here... not now!
p.s. Quilios, as combined from qui (who)
but also borrowing from heliocentric -
or simply helios: sun -
writing illuminates: or, (he)
who illuminates.
