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"Who art thou? Where thy city? Who thy kin?
"At the sound, I nearly died of fear, but remained upright, though mute and paralysed by that thunderous voice. I gradually recovered, began at the beginning, and gave a clear account of myself--how I had been possessed with curiosity about the heavens, had gone
to the philosophers, found their accounts conflicting, and grown tired of being logically rent in twain; so I came to my great idea, my wings, and ultimately to Heaven; I added Selene's [i.e. the Moon's] message. Zeus smiled and slightly unbent his brow. 'What of Otus and Ephialtes now?' he said; 'here is Menippus scaling Heaven! Well, well, for to-day consider yourself our guest. To-morrow we will treat with you of your business, and send you on your way.' And therewith he rose and walked to the acoustic centre of Heaven, it being prayer time.
"As he went, he put questions to me about earthly affairs, beginning with, What was wheat a
quarter in Greece? had we suffered much from cold last winter? and did the vegetables want more rain? Then he wished to know whether any of Phidias's kin were alive, why there had been no Diasia at Athens all these years, whether his Olympieum was ever going to be completed, and had the robbers of his temple at Dodona been caught? I answered all these questions, and he proceeded:--'Tell me, Menippus, what are men's feelings towards me?' 'What should they be,
Lord, but those of absolute reverence, as to the King of all Gods?' 'Now, now, chaffing as
usual,' he said; 'I know their fickleness very well, for all your dissimulation.
"There was a time when I was their prophet, their healer, and their all,
And Zeus filled every street and gathering-place.
"In those days Dodona and Pisa were glorious and far-famed, and I could
not get a view for the clouds of sacrificial steam. But now Apollo has set up his oracle at
Delphi, Asclepius his temple of health at Pergamum, Bendis and Anubis and Artemis their shrines
in Thrace, Egypt, Ephesus; and to these all run; theirs the festal gatherings and the
hecatombs. As for me, I am superannuated; they think themselves very generous if they offer me
a victim at Olympia at four-year intervals. My altars are cold as Plato's Laws or Chrysippus's
Syllogisms.'
"So talking, we reached the spot where he was to sit and listen to the prayers. There was a
row of openings with lids like well-covers, and a chair of gold by each. Zeus took his seat at
the first, lifted off the lid and inclined his ear. From every quarter of Earth were coming the
most various and contradictory petitions; for I too bent down my head and listened. Here are
specimens.
"'O Zeus, that I might be king!'
"'O Zeus, that my onions and garlic might thrive!'
"'Ye Gods, a speedy death for my father!'
"Or again, 'Would that I might succeed to my wife's
property!'
"'Grant that my plot against my brother be not detected.'
"'Let me win my suit.'
"'Give me an Olympic garland.'
"Of those at sea, one prayed for a north, another for a south wind; the farmer asked for rain, the fuller for sun. Zeus listened, and gave each prayer careful
consideration, but without promising to grant them all;
"Our Father this bestowed, and that withheld.
"Righteous prayers he allowed to come up through the hole, received and
laid them down at his right, while he sent the unholy ones packing with a downward puff of
breath, that Heaven might not be defiled by their entrance. In one case I saw him puzzled; two men praying for opposite things and promising the
same sacrifices, he could not tell which of them to favour, and experienced a truly Academic
suspense of judgement, showing a reserve and equilibrium worthy of Pyrrho [the skeptic] himself.
"The prayers disposed of, he went on to the next chair and opening, and attended to oaths and
their takers. These done with, and Hermodorus the Epicurean annihilated, he proceeded to the
next chair to deal with omens, prophetic voices, and auguries. Then came the turn of the
sacrifice aperture, through which the smoke came up and communicated to Zeus the name of the
devotee it represented. After that, he was free to give his wind and weather orders:--Rain for
Scythia to-day, a thunderstorm for Libya, snow for Greece. The north wind he instructed to blow
in Lydia, the west to raise a storm in the Adriatic, the south to take a rest; a thousand
bushels of hail to be distributed over Cappadocia.
"His work was now pretty well completed, and as it was just dinner time, we went to the
banquet hall. Hermes received me, and gave me my place next to a group of Gods whose alien
origin left them in a rather doubtful position--Pan, the Corybants, Attis, and Sabazius. I was
supplied with bread by Demeter, wine by Dionysus, meat by Heracles, myrtle-blossoms by
Aphrodite, and sprats by Posidon. But I also got a sly taste of ambrosia and nectar; good-
natured Ganymede, as often as he saw that Zeus's attention was engaged elsewhere, brought round
the nectar and indulged me with a half-pint or so. The Gods, as Homer (who I think must have
had the same opportunities of observation as myself) somewhere says, neither eat bread nor
drink the ruddy wine; they heap their plates with ambrosia, and are nectar-bibbers; but their
choicest dainties are the smoke of sacrifice ascending with rich fumes, and the blood of
victims poured by their worshippers round the altars.
"During dinner, Apollo harped, Silenus danced his wild measures, the Muses
uprose and sang to us from Hesiod's Birth of Gods, and the first of Pindar's odes. When we had
our fill and had well drunken, we slumbered, each where he was.
"Slept all the Gods, and men with plumed helms,
That livelong night; but me kind sleep forsook;
for I had much upon my mind; most of all, how came it that Apollo, in all that time, had never
grown a beard? and how was night possible in Heaven, with the sun always there taking his share
of the good cheer? So I had but a short nap of it. And in the morning Zeus arose, and bade
summon an assembly.
"When all were gathered, he thus commenced:--'The immediate occasion of my summoning you is
the arrival of this stranger yesterday. But I have long intended to take counsel with you
regarding the philosophers, and now, urged by Selene and her complaints, I have determined to
defer the consideration of the question no longer. There is a class which has recently become
conspicuous among men; they are idle, quarrelsome, vain, irritable, lickerish, silly, puffed
up, arrogant, and, in Homeric phrase, vain cumberers of the earth. These men have divided
themselves into bands, each dwelling in a separate word-maze of its own construction, and call
themselves Stoics, Epicureans, Peripatetics, and more farcical names yet. Then they take to
themselves the holy name of Virtue, and with uplifted brows and flowing beards exhibit the
deceitful semblance that hides immoral lives; their model is the tragic actor, from whom if you
strip off the mask and the gold-spangled robe, there is nothing left but a paltry fellow hired
for a few shillings to play a part.
"'Nevertheless, quite undeterred by their own characters, they scorn the human and travesty
the divine; they gather a company of guileless youths, and feed them with solemn chatter upon
Virtue and quibbling verbal puzzles; in their pupils'
presence they are all for fortitude and temperance, and have no words bad enough for wealth and
pleasure: when they are by themselves, there is no limit to their gluttony, their lechery,
their licking of dirty pence. But the head and front of their offending is this: they neither
work themselves nor help others' work; they are useless drones,
of no avail in council nor in war;
which notwithstanding, they censure others; they store up poisoned words, they con invectives,
they heap their neighbours with reproaches; their highest honours are for him who shall be
loudest and most overbearing and boldest in abuse.
'Ask one of these brawling bawling censors, And what do you do? in God's name, what shall we
call your contribution to progress? and he would reply, if conscience and truth were anything
to him: I consider it superfluous to sail the sea or till the earth or fight for my country or
follow a trade; but I have a loud voice and a dirty body; I eschew warm water and go barefoot
through the winter; I am a Momus who can always pick holes in other people's coats; if a rich
man keeps a costly table or a mistress, I make it my business to be properly horrified; but if
my familiar friend is lying sick, in need of help and care, I am not aware of it. Such, your
Godheads, is the nature of this vermin.
"'There is a special insolence in those who call themselves Epicureans; these go so far as to
lay their hands on our character; we take no interest in human affairs, they say, and in fact
have nothing to do with the course of events. And this is a serious question for you; if once
they infect their generation with this view, you will learn what hunger means. Who will
sacrifice to you, if he does not expect to profit by it? As to Selene's complaints, you all
heard them yesterday from this stranger's lips. And now decide upon such measures as shall
advantage mankind and secure your own safety.'
"Zeus had no sooner closed his speech than clamour prevailed, all crying at once: Blast! burn!
annihilate! to the pit with them! to Tartarus! to the Giants! Zeus ordered silence again, and
then, 'Your wishes,' he said, 'shall be executed; they shall all be annihilated, and their
logic with them. But just at present chastisement is not lawful; you are aware that we are now
in the four months of the long vacation; the formal notice has lately been issued. In the
spring of next year, the baleful thunderbolt shall give them the fate they deserve.'
"He spake, and sealed his word with lowering brows.
'As to Menippus,' he added, 'my pleasure is this. He shall be deprived of his wings, and so
incapacitated for repeating his visit, but shall to-day be conveyed back to Earth by Hermes.'
So saying, he dismissed the assembly. The Cyllenian accordingly lifted me up by the right ear,
and yesterday evening deposited me in the Ceramicus. And now, friend, you have all the latest
from Heaven. I must be off to the Stoa, to let the philosophers loitering there know the
luck they are in."
For the full text from (most of) which the above is taken, see: http://www.sacred-texts.com/cla/luc/wl3/wl309.htm
["john lee hooker & carlos santana - chill out"]
Don't ask me what year because I don't know -- but some time early 70's.
["Mi destino es como el viento - Moby Dick" -- "My Destiny is Like the Wind" by Moby Dick]
["1920's Silent Hollywood 'Harry Carey' The Western"] and ["D.W. GRIFFITH presents THE WANDERER starring HARRY CAREY SR." -- 1913]
The primary and most profuse source of worst evil (that we can know) is spirit people, and the most effective way to defeat such spirit people is to, John Paul Jones like, take the fight to and attack their Heaven. Now among the obvious difficulties opposed to accomplishing this is that it is usual for many, indeed probably most and including religious minded persons, to see spirit people Heaven as actual heaven -- not unlike how some would have you believe that vast material wealth and empire necessarily constitutes or connotes real happiness in this life -- which very clearly it does not. At the same time, such Heaven is the vital foundation and bulwark of their self-confidence and arrogance. And how do we know their Heaven is false? Because (among other reasons) it is not of honest and rational truth. So that once this illusion is overcome, then true offense on our part begins becoming possible.