The great dance continues
Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 4:08 am
This place has hidden itself quite well under the guise of enlightenment. I was first taken by Elwynn; saw her as the worst offender; but it is clear to me now that, perhaps, it is Kildare that has most needed my attention. This is not a revelation from the god, but from man; a man, your Baron, Andreas the so-called Wise. With the twelth decree of his reign he has banned the god's drink. All wine except the wine of Kildare, he says- but Kildare is suffering a great infestation. Who can tell how far and deep the rampant search for knowledge has caused damage? Perhaps it is even in the wine, the water, the air.
My Bacchants however fear not this infestation for they are sent by the god and are full of his indefatigable spirit. Dance now, let the dance begin in Kildare! Dionysus is before you, before your eyes, my children! See the bull-horns swing, his locks fly to and fro as the dance issues forth from its master. Strike! the thyrsus hard on the ground and yield the earth's good bounty. A stream of juice from the god's sending. How does it taste, my maenads? That slight taste of iron- that is the sickness permeating through the land and into the wine.
That sickness is the hubristic actions of the nobles of this region. Proclaiming wisdom is the single greatest folly a man can commit. Only the gods can hope to understand this world and any others that might exist; the only true knowledge we can achieve comes directly from the gods, such as the rites, which were revealed to be shared among men. Take, for example, matter. It was Leucippus and his student Democritus who committed one such folly. They held that, if a bar of gold was cut in half with a knife, and again, and again, one would eventually have the smallest possible object of matter- atomos. And yet, today we know there is something smaller, sub-atomic particles. Within these sub-atomic particles there are even smaller things. 1000 years from now they will be talking in terms of sub-sub-sub-sub-sub-atomic particles and yet without the revelation of the truth from the god they will not be able to understand that there is no end, no ultimate truth, no definitive unit of existance by which you can measure yours. There is the folly- the search for the truth- and the light- the embracing of the rites and life, together. I do declare it, the only man whose self-proclaimed wisdom I can appreciate was Socrates- the smartest man in all of Greece, so said the Oracle, because he understood he knew nothing. We will always know nothing. So join in the dance, forget about wisdom and ignorance, life and death, everything and nothing and let the euphoric trance become your act of study.
Andreas, you may be aware that this speech is partly in address to you. May the Baron think no more, and let the rites be his guide. Here is a lovely bottle of 2007 Tarrango, Browns' Mystic Park. Slightly chilled by the god for your enjoyment.
My Bacchants however fear not this infestation for they are sent by the god and are full of his indefatigable spirit. Dance now, let the dance begin in Kildare! Dionysus is before you, before your eyes, my children! See the bull-horns swing, his locks fly to and fro as the dance issues forth from its master. Strike! the thyrsus hard on the ground and yield the earth's good bounty. A stream of juice from the god's sending. How does it taste, my maenads? That slight taste of iron- that is the sickness permeating through the land and into the wine.
That sickness is the hubristic actions of the nobles of this region. Proclaiming wisdom is the single greatest folly a man can commit. Only the gods can hope to understand this world and any others that might exist; the only true knowledge we can achieve comes directly from the gods, such as the rites, which were revealed to be shared among men. Take, for example, matter. It was Leucippus and his student Democritus who committed one such folly. They held that, if a bar of gold was cut in half with a knife, and again, and again, one would eventually have the smallest possible object of matter- atomos. And yet, today we know there is something smaller, sub-atomic particles. Within these sub-atomic particles there are even smaller things. 1000 years from now they will be talking in terms of sub-sub-sub-sub-sub-atomic particles and yet without the revelation of the truth from the god they will not be able to understand that there is no end, no ultimate truth, no definitive unit of existance by which you can measure yours. There is the folly- the search for the truth- and the light- the embracing of the rites and life, together. I do declare it, the only man whose self-proclaimed wisdom I can appreciate was Socrates- the smartest man in all of Greece, so said the Oracle, because he understood he knew nothing. We will always know nothing. So join in the dance, forget about wisdom and ignorance, life and death, everything and nothing and let the euphoric trance become your act of study.
Andreas, you may be aware that this speech is partly in address to you. May the Baron think no more, and let the rites be his guide. Here is a lovely bottle of 2007 Tarrango, Browns' Mystic Park. Slightly chilled by the god for your enjoyment.