The Fate of Phos Phokarion
“Grief everywhere, Everywhere terror, and all shapes of death.”
– Aeneid II. 490-491
Category: Stories
Postmodern Pygmalion
“‘Let us flee then to the beloved Fatherland’: this is the soundest counsel. But what is this flight? How are we to gain the open sea? For Odysseus is surely a parable to us when he commands the flight from the sorceries of Circe or Calypso — not content to linger for all the pleasure offered to his eyes and all the delight of sense filling his days.
The Fatherland to us is There whence we have come, and There is The Father.”
– Plotinus
The Ruin of the Empire
“These wall-stones are wondrous —
calamities crumpled them, these city-sites crashed, the work of giants
corrupted. The roofs have rushed to earth, towers in ruins.”
– “The Ruin”, an Anglo-Saxon poem by an anonymous author
A New Life
“The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I am come that they may have life, and may have it more abundantly.”
– John 10:10