A classical diversion.
Roughly an hour ago, I had an idea for this post.Time, however, passes.
As of now, for this moment, all I can truthfuly say is; I am a little drunk. The forthcoming blatherings as a consequence of which I hope you can excuse.
Yeah.
So.
Pandora was the first woman. According to the Greeks. Loose interpretation follows; Zeus makes man (MAN), very little happens. Prometheus brings Man fire and teaches him various hidden (forbidden) things. Zeus, in a fit of righteous, godly rage grabs Prometheus and binds him to a rock. A vulture (the Vulture?) eats his endlessly regenerating liver for Eternity. Presumably, is still eating said liver. For his punishment, Zeus gives Man Woman. Pandora. Zeus creates woman (as Man's scourge) and gives her a box... the rest is history. And determined.
Sounds familiar?
Pandora. 'Pan' ALL. 'Dora' Gifts.
Strange how it all works out.
So, here I am, drunk again. Blithering on about tangentially related classical tumtee. Funny. Har har.
Outside my window, I can hear someone watering their plants. A noise somewhere between silver and leather. A noise that has stopped just as I start to write about it. The absence makes my ears ache.
Time, I think, for bed. I think.
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