Αντί κριτικής, κάποιες σκέψεις…
The mature reader who will end up here, in the mythical land of Homer, has crossed the borders of many nations, has wasted his time, has indulged in often inferior spiritual pleasures. And yet, his steps ultimately lead him here, far beyond his initial expectations, as his journey had a clear beginning but an indeterminate end.
At the start, he knew -thanks to the great reputation- of the existence of this glorious land, whose ancient glory lingered in the memory of people throughout the ages.
And yet, the new reader avoided -consciously or unconsciously- approaching it as much as he could. Other countries called to him. With glorious capitals, adorned with the certainty of the contemporary, the security of the energetic, fertile in the impulse of the newly enlightened. How could he resist? How could he deny their allure?
"There is a time for everything," says Ecclesiastes: the countries succeed one another, dazzling and hospitable. At the same time, the increasingly skeptical traveler in the world of knowledge, with wonder and surprise, begins to recognize common places, repeating patterns. The familiar becomes tiresome, the spirit seeks the new but ever more selectively.
The next step will be decisive. Forward again to another glorious and, in many ways, well-known country? Or back, to the living memory of the Homeric land of return, where they say everything began and also ends? The reverse journey has begun and Ithaca awaits those who seek it bravely.
And the steps inevitably lead to the Queen of the spirit. The well-opened gates, the country so familiar, so full, so accessible. The experienced eye of the traveler now recognizes there all that he enjoyed in the countries of his youth. All those things that he had to see and learn in order to be finally ready (as courageous) for this country, for this city, for these streets, for this greatness.
All that the traveler considered, until recently, outstanding, glorious and original in the travels of his first youth, he encounters again here, but for the first time he observes them, he touches them, he feels them: words, colors, sensations, images…
He finally understands how everything that existed elsewhere as a remnant and incidental, here exists complete and eternal.
The heart rejoices, the spirit is glad. The return is complete. Now that he has reached the source, the traveler bends down to quench his thirst, singing those verses that generations of travelers before and after -as long as there are people- have cultivated: "Tell me, Muse, of the man of many devices, who wandered far and wide after he had sacked the holy citadel of Troy, and saw the cities of many men and learned their minds…"
Thank you, boring book that I had to read for school. You have truly made a significant contribution to my failing the Goodreads reading challenge. It seems that every time I pick you up, my eyes start to glaze over and my mind drifts to more interesting things. The words on the page just don't seem to engage me in any way. I struggle to get through each chapter, and by the time I'm done, I can hardly remember what I've read. I know that I should be more dedicated to my reading, but you make it so difficult. Maybe if you were a little more exciting or had a more interesting plot, I would have been able to keep up with the challenge. But as it is, you have become a hindrance to my progress. Oh well, there's always next year.
"Take courage, my heart: you have been through worse than this. Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this."