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cultofapollo but I wanted to put it here for easy reference on my own journal. Eventually it will probably become part of an essay that I'm attempting to write.
I know Apollo as a highly complex god with more layers than I will ever imagine. He is a god with solar connections, but he is not god of the sun. He is not civilized- that is a human concept, he is a god, and you will never forget that he is a god. He is beautiful and perfect in ways that can only be glimpsed in brilliant fractions of a second at a time, so vast, like the moment when it suddenly dawns on you for an instant just how big infinity really is.
He is a god of many lights. He is a warm golden glow of safety and joy. He is the brightest light, which casts the darkest shadow. He is the light that shines into the dark: He is the light of truth and truth is often painful. The absolute light that leaves no crevice in shadow. In the light that drowns out all shadow, there is only truth. It's the cold, cruel, surgical light which allows no room for denial. It hurts. Often unbearably. But after it hurts, it heals.
cultofapollo but I wanted to put it here for easy reference on my own journal. Eventually it will probably become part of an essay that I'm attempting to write.I know Apollo as a highly complex god with more layers than I will ever imagine. He is a god with solar connections, but he is not god of the sun. He is not civilized- that is a human concept, he is a god, and you will never forget that he is a god. He is beautiful and perfect in ways that can only be glimpsed in brilliant fractions of a second at a time, so vast, like the moment when it suddenly dawns on you for an instant just how big infinity really is.
He is a god of many lights. He is a warm golden glow of safety and joy. He is the brightest light, which casts the darkest shadow. He is the light that shines into the dark: He is the light of truth and truth is often painful. The absolute light that leaves no crevice in shadow. In the light that drowns out all shadow, there is only truth. It's the cold, cruel, surgical light which allows no room for denial. It hurts. Often unbearably. But after it hurts, it heals.
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Date: 2008-03-08 07:04 am (UTC)I've started to continue the thought into something about "And after it heals, there is the memory of pain and light..." but I just can't quite get the words for what I'm trying to say...