mythology

Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519?

The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.

You'll get fired if anyone finds out about us!""So many rules in this century," Vane muttered.

Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you're wearing?

Well, can you tell her that?"He looked down at his feet. "I will. I will."Guy-speak for, "I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up.

If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored.

The Dreaming is always; forever... it's always happening, and us mob, we're part of it, all the time, everywhere, and every-when too.

The Bible has noble poetry in it... and some good morals and a wealth of obscenity, and upwards of a thousand lies.

I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?

Lorenzo: In such a night stood Dido with a willow in her hand upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love to come again to Carthage Jessica: In such a night Medea gathered the enchanted herbs that did renew old Aeson. Lorenzo: In such a night did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew, and with an unthrift love did run from Venice, as far as Belmont. Jessica: In such a night did young Lorenzo swear he lov'd her well, stealing her soul with many vows of faith, and ne'er a true one. Lorenzo: In such a night did pretty Jessica (like a little shrow) slander her love, and he forgave it her. Jessica: I would out-night you, did nobody come; but hark, I hear the footing of a man.

_I bet Echo that she couldn't repeat the following line ten times fast:_Cupid's Academy counts kissing cousins as completed conquests cause his classes cunningly conspire unconscious couples to copulate and canoodle copiously.

Сказал Феник_:- Т_ __ил на_, Хи_он, __о, __о_ над бездной, надо бе____а_но загл_д_ва__ в ее гл_б_ и п_иве___вова__ жизн_, __о жизн_ - __о _адо___ подвига. Т_ __ил на_, __о, когда _оди__ над _амой _е_ной бездной по _амом_ к_а_, надо _мо__е__ в лаз___. Тепе__ и __, Хи_он, бе__ме__н_й, __ои__, как и м_, ге_ои, на к_а_ бездн_. __да же __ _мо__и__?_ о_ве_ил Хи_он:- Я бе__ме__ен, но подве_жен ___адани_ _ме__н__. _огда _а_а ___аданий _ак пе_еполнена, __о пе_е_екае_ _е_ез к_ай и в ней _оне_ м__л_, _огда о_да__ ___ _а__ об_а_но жизни. ___ком_ ___адани_ дано пе_е_оди__ в _адо___. _дним ___аданием не жив__.См__или _лова Хи_она его д__зей, но ник_о е_е не пон_л, __о зад_мал м_д__й кен_ав_. _ед_ он б_л в_е-_аки бе__ме__ен.- Скажи, __о __ знае__ об __ом, _е_акл? - _п_о_ил Феник_ пол_бога, __на _ев_а.__ве_ил _е_акл:- Я не _ме_ зна__ - _ дела_. Я не загл_д_ва_ в бездн_ - _ _п__ка___ в нее, __об_ в_не__и о___да Ужа_ бездн_ на _ве_ дн_. Я не _ме_ ни пе_ед _ем о____па__ и _ож_ по л_бом_ к_а_.Сказал _и_о Хи_он:- Т_ найде__ _вой к_ай, _е_акл. _о _лова _вои мен_ _ад___.Тогда _п_о_ил Феник_ _иклопа:- _о_ем_ __ мол_и__, Телем? _ о_ве_ил Телем:- __о по_е__л небо, дл_ _ого и _емна_ земна_ бездна __анови___ небом. Уже не_ дл_ мен_ к_а_ и гл_бин_ бездн_, и мне нек_да загл_д_ва__. Я _ам в бездне. _е п_иде__ ли __ и за мной, _е_акл?__ве_ил _е_акл:- __ид_.

_ _вил__ _ев_ __клепи_ _аким, каким _вл_л__ _и_анам в би_ве: ог_омн_й, _о ___а_или_ем-_гидой на г__ди и пе__ном в __ке, __ед_ г_омов и молний. __и_и_ло в_е живое в ле_а_ и го_а_ _елиона, _к__ва___ о_ бле_ка и г_о_о_а г_омов__ _да_ов._ мал__ик-бог _казал:- _не не ___а_но. _е _жег __ мен_ бле_ком _воей _лав_. Т_ _ол_ко бог и не бол__е. _ ми_ ог_омно-бол__ой, и м__л_ Хи_она бол__е _еб_, влад_ки _лимпа.Удивил__ _олниеве_же_, _ве_га__ий в _а__а_ _и_анов, о_ваге мал__ика-бога.

Tell me something. Do you believe in God?'Snow darted an apprehensive glance in my direction. 'What? Who still believes nowadays?''It isn't that simple. I don't mean the traditional God of Earth religion. I'm no expert in the history of religions, and perhaps this is nothing new--do you happen to know if there was ever a belief in an...imperfect God?''What do you mean by imperfect?' Snow frowned. 'In a way all the gods of the old religions were imperfect, considered that their attributes were amplified human ones. The God of the Old Testament, for instance, required humble submission and sacrifices, and and was jealous of other gods. The Greek gods had fits of sulks and family quarrels, and they were just as imperfect as mortals...''No,' I interrupted. 'I'm not thinking of a god whose imperfection arises out of the candor of his human creators, but one whose imperfection represents his essential characteristic: a god limited in his omniscience and power, fallible, incapable of foreseeing the consequences of his acts, and creating things that lead to horror. He is a...sick god, whose ambitions exceed his powers and who does not realize it at first. A god who has created clocks, but not the time they measure. He has created systems or mechanisms that serves specific ends but have now overstepped and betrayed them. And he has created eternity, which was to have measured his power, and which measures his unending defeat.'Snow hesitated, but his attitude no longer showed any of the wary reserve of recent weeks:'There was Manicheanism...''Nothing at all to do with the principles of Good and Evil,' I broke in immediately. 'This god has no existence outside of matter. He would like to free himself from matter, but he cannot...'Snow pondered for a while:'I don't know of any religion that answers your description. That kind of religion has never been...necessary. If i understand you, and I'm afraid I do, what you have in mind is an evolving god, who develops in the course of time, grows, and keeps increasing in power while remaining aware of his powerlessness. For your god, the divine condition is a situation without a goal. And understanding that, he despairs. But isn't this despairing god of yours mankind, Kelvin? Is it man you are talking about, and that is a fallacy, not just philosophically but also mystically speaking.'I kept on:'No, it's nothing to do with man. man may correspond to my provisional definition from some point of view, but that is because the definition has a lot of gaps. Man does not create gods, in spite of appearances. The times, the age, impose them on him. Man can serve is age or rebel against it, but the target of his cooperation or rebellion comes to him from outside. If there was only a since human being in existence, he would apparently be able to attempt the experiment of creating his own goals in complete freedom--apparently, because a man not brought up among other human beings cannot become a man. And the being--the being I have in mind--cannot exist in the plural, you see? ...Perhaps he has already been born somewhere, in some corner of the galaxy, and soon he will have some childish enthusiasm that will set him putting out one star and lighting another. We will notice him after a while...''We already have,' Snow said sarcastically. 'Novas and supernovas. According to you they are candles on his altar.''If you're going to take what I say literally...'...Snow asked abruptly:'What gave you this idea of an imperfect god?''I don't know. It seems quite feasible to me. That is the only god I could imagine believing in, a god whose passion is not a redemption, who saves nothing, fulfills no purpose--a god who simply is.

We must have a new mythology, but it must place itself at the service of ideas, it must become a mythology of reason. Mythology must become philosophical, so that the people may become rational, and philosophy must become mythological, so that philosophers may become sensible. If we do not give ideas a form that is aesthetic, i.e., mythological, they will hold no interest for people.

When he, whoever of the gods it was, had thus arranged in order and resolved that chaotic mass, and reduced it, thus resolved, to cosmic parts, he first moulded the Earth into the form of a mighty ball so that it might be of like form on every side _ And, that no region might be without its own forms of animate life, the stars and divine forms occupied the floor of heaven, the sea fell to the shining fishes for their home, Earth received the beasts, and the mobile air the birds _ Then Man was born:_ though all other animals are prone, and fix their gaze upon the earth, he gave to Man an uplifted face and bade him stand erect and turn his eyes to heaven.

Well, that's history for you, folks. Unfair, untrue and for the most part written by folk who weren't even there.

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