Nothing like the sun

[prophetic-memory]

Carl Gustav Jung, Answer to Job

[silenceformysoul]

John William Waterhouse - Ulysses and the Sirens

[mythologyofthepoetandthemuse]

Are myths just imaginary stories? Certainly with Nolan’s film coming out many are those claiming that, usually during their petty online debates or attacks. Is this the true function of the myth though? Just something without true essence so we can pass the time? Childlike tales with no significance? I very much doubt that. Then why these narrations of the past do still intrigue so many people today even if these people aren’t exactly sure why they are being intrigued? It is the soul seeking for deeper initiations and meaning now that all deities seem to almost have left us. The soul that is thirsty and hungry and isn’t just satisfied with the mundane. That needs supernatural connections and enchantment so to feel more vivid again; myths have always been a sort of “holy communion”, they do not discriminate still their true understanding varies. Everyone takes from them what is possible according to their personal readiness and insights. As it seems the “collective” longs for more mystery and the unknown but this doesn’t mean that all endeavours are noble. And this is not about the accuracy of the adaptation but about care and depth; a certain timeless Mediterranean sentiment that must have missed Christopher Nolan’s antennae. How we interpret things depends on who we are, and the mythical element is most demanding of authenticity among other things, a purity of heart that ignites a wisdom that goes beyond profits, markets, agendas, appropriations.

From my Greek heart to yours I hope you’ll understand what I am saying. Growing up many were those inside Greece making fun of my interest in mythology but I insisted and resisted. Meaning rarely comes without effort. I know the struggle of my ancestors, the trials they passed to keep their language alive, against all odds, as they fleeted from places once Greek and now no more. The Greek journey or Odyssey has been adventurous, dramatic, traumatic but also humorous, warm and triumphant sometimes. We don’t owe any explanations to no one. Identity is a complicated thing, a sense of belonging also.

-The Muse

[7pleiades7]

Ulysses and the Sirens, (Details), (1891), by John William Waterhouse RA (English, 1849 – 1917), oil on canvas, 100.6 cm × 202.0 cm (39.6 in × 79.5 in), National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne

[requiem-on-water]

“Storm at Sea off the Norwegian Coast” (details, 1837) by Andreas Achenbach

[just-art5]

Ulysses and the Sirens by H.J. Draper, c.1909

[7pleiades7]

Ulysses and the Sirens, (Detail), (c. 1909), by Herbert James Draper (English, 1863 – 1920), oil on canvas, 177 × 213.5 cm (69.6 × 84 in), Ferens Art Gallery

[soundgrammar]

Reuben Tam, The Shores of Light, 1960, oil on canvas, 44 x 50 in. (111.9 x 126.8 cm.), Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of S.C. Johnson & Son, Inc., 1968.52.9

[nobrashfestivity]

Childe Hassam The West Wind, Isles of Shoals 1904 Oil on canvas 15 × 22 in. (38.1 × 55.9 cm)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Another World :: (all my gifs are here)

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“Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.” - Moby Dick, Herman Melville

[Alive On All Channels]

[huariqueje]

An ego dissolved in blue over the landscape - Elena Degenhardt , 2025 .

Russian-German , b. 1977 -

Pastel on paper , 25.4 x 24 cm

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

“I wonder if in the dark night of the sea, the octopus dreams of me.” ― N. Scott Momaday, The Ancient Child

[bulljumpingfresco]

Minoan octopus fresco

[allthingseurope]

Chania, Crete, Greece

[littleg]

Virgina Mori

[7pleiades7]

Young women bathing from the cliffs (To badepiger på klipperne) (1911) by Paul Gustav Fischer (Danish, 1860 – 1934), signed ‘Paul Fischer’ (bottom right) , oil on canvas, 65 cm (25.5 in) x 57 cm (22.4 in), Private Collection

[quotemadness]

“We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.”

— Hermann Hesse