If, driven by an old compulsion, we were to define what the gods were to the Greeks, we might say, using a Occam’s razor, everything that takes us away from the ordinary sensations of life. “With a god, you are always crying and laughing,” we read in Sophocles’ Ajax. Life is a mere vegetative protestations, glazed eyes looking out on the world, the certainty of being oneself, without knowing what one is…
— Feb 03, 2026 11:48AM
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