"Pantheon" asks a very ancient question: What does it mean to be human?
It's answer? Connections.
We're the neural pathways and firing synapses in this magnificent meat sitting in our skulls. But it's not just electric chemical signals. Those make us physically function, but they're not the only thing that makes us humans.
We're that stupid song we love to hate.
We're an argument with our siblings.
We're the compassion for a baby bird with a broken wing.
We're the grief when we lose someone.
We're the joyful memories that stay even after they're gone.
We're every relationship we make from loved ones to complete strangers, from close to distant, from real to imaginary, from material to theoretical.
We're made up of every single little thread of feeling that ties us together both inside ourselves and to others. Physical or digital, "real" or "simulated," those never go away. Even when you're "gone," whatever that means to you, the connections stay in one way or another.
We're all the things we learn from each other when we decide to make those connections; both when we reach out and reach back. Humans are woven together like a quilt, every one their own square yet all inextricably linked.
And y'know what? It's not the answer, because there never can be one to such a complicated question, but it's an answer I really like. Which the show portrayed in a really beautiful way that had me sobbing by the end.
To the cast and crew, thank you for this incredible show. Sometimes we all need a reminder about what it means to be a unique individual and just one part of a whole at the same time.
