Journey To Ancient Greece - William Olsen - Bog

If I visit Crete I appear to pay attention your phrases: "Meanwhile the already leafy vineyards, almond timber, olive timber flowed via way of means of, and greater vegetation and vegetation, yellow daisies and corn peas: like a rash", and your difficulty now no longer to depart the archaeological excavations withinside the open: "Cover, cover, due to the fact the earth protects higher than the solar and water!" You, on the alternative hand, have been now no longer pushed via way of means of an obsession with truth, however possibly maximum of all via way of means of the preference for abandonment. So when, having climbed the Acropolis of Athens, I suppose lower back to the choppy rock on which the Greeks constructed the Parthenon, I too consider with you the tale of Ulysses who dug his mattress in an olive tree and I experience on your phrases the identical spirit of the historic Greeks: now no longer a natural supremacy of nature, however a non secular grafting of the paintings of guy in nature, in harmony, in agreement, in balance. Then and most effective then does silence prevail, that silence swollen with gods that now no longer even Schliemann became capable of see, too distracted via way of means of the narcissistic tension of "being right". disturbed via way of means of what guy, hearing, has created, the pious guy, the person dedicated on the identical time to his personal nature and to the character that observes him.