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>>18108915
The Golden Age was first, a time that cherished
Of its own will, justice and right; no law,
No punishment, was called for; fearfulness
Was quite unknown, and the bronze tablets held
No legal threatening; no suppliant throng
Studied a judge’s face; there were no judges,
There did not need to be. Trees had not yet
Been cut and hollowed, to visit other shores.
Men were content at home, and had no towns
With moats and walls around them; and no trumpets
Blared out alarums; things like swords and helmets
Had not been heard of. No one needed soldiers.
People were unaggressive, and unanxious;
The years went by in peace. And Earth, untroubled,
Unharried by hoe or plowshare, brought forth all
That men had need for, and those men were happy
Gathering berries from the mountainsides,
Cherries, or blackcaps, and the edible acorns.
Spring was forever, with a west wind blowing
Softly across the flowers no man had planted,
And Earth, unplowed, brought forth rich grain; the field,
Unfallowed, whitened with wheat, and there were rivers
Of milk, and rivers of honey, and golden nectar
Dripped from the dark-green oak-trees.

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>>14656382
We could expect a lot of art, but localized tastes would be the judge of most of it. Without marketing, hidden gems may just linger for quite a while before finding their audience.

>>14656404
That’s not anarchism

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PRIEST
How wise they were! What could their stakes be when they were pure gold themselves? But while you were talking I thought of something : suppose one of your men of beaten gold had been brought into our world for everyone to see, what a bad time the poor wretch would have had at people's hands! They would have certainly rushed at him and torn him limb from limb, as the Maenads tore Pentheus, the Thracians Orpheus, and the dogs Actaeon, vying with each other to carry off the biggest piece. Not even at festival-time are they free from greed for gain. Indeed most of them have made your festival a source of revenue. Some of them go off and rob their friends at the banquet; others revile you when they ought not and smash the dice, which are certainly not responsible for what they do of their own free will. But tell me this as well: why, when you are such a soft-living god and old at that, have you chosen the most unpleasant time of the year, when the snow covers everything, the North wind is strong, everything is frozen, trees are withered and bare and leafless, fields are ugly and without bloom, and men are bent like old, old men, most of them hard by the stove? The season is not good for the old or for lovers of easy living.

CRONUS
You are asking me a lot of questions, my man, when I ought to be already drinking. In fact you've robbed me of quite a bit of my festival with all these completely unnecessary speculations. So let them be for now and let us enjoy ourselves, clap hands, and live on freedom's terms at this festival-time. Then let's dice in the old way for nuts, vote for our kings and obey them. So I will prove the truth of the proverb which says that for old men there comes a second childhood.

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CRONUS
I will tell you. In brief it was because I was old and gouty owing to my years. That is why people suppose that I had been put into chains. I hadn't the strength to deal with all the injustice of the present generation, but I had to run up and down with my thunderbolt at the ready, setting fire to perjurers, temple-robbers, or men of violence; the whole business was very strenuous and needed a young man's energy. So I abdicated, thank goodness, in favour of Zeus. Besides, I thought it a good idea to divide the kingdom between my sons, and for myself to spend most of my time in quiet enjoyment of the good things of life, not engaged with people making vows or annoyed by those who make contradictory requests, neither thundering nor lightening nor having to throw hail occasionally. No, I live this pleasant life of an old man, drinking stiff nectar and chatting with lapetus and my other cronies, and Zeus is king with all the worry. Nevertheless I thought it best to filch these few days on the terms I mentioned, and I take over the sovereignty again to remind mankind what life was like under me, when everything grew for them without sowing and without ploughing—not ears of wheat, but loaves ready-baked and meats ready-cooked. Wine flowed like a river, and there were springs of honey and milk; for everyone was good, pure gold. This is the reason for my short-lived dominion, and why everywhere
there is clapping and singing and playing games, and everyone, slave and free man, is held as good as his neighbour. There was no slavery, you see, in my time.

PRIEST
Well, Cronus, I had assumed from the story that this humanity you showed to slaves and those in chains was to do honour to men whose sufferings had been like your own, since you yourself had been a slave and you were remembering your chains.

CRONUS
Oh, stop that silly talk.

PRIEST
You are right. I will stop. But answer me another question. Was it customary for men to gamble in your time ?

CRONUS
Certainly. But not for talents and thousands of drachmas as you do. No, nuts were the highest stake. Then there was no heart-break if a man was beaten, or floods of tears because he alone had lost the price of a meal.

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>>13544466
Thank you

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People grow old. They don’t like it. They think back to their youth and only recall the best parts.
Whole groups of people do the same. Keeping a hold of tradition is often sensible, but sometimes bad ideas become traditions. Cultures always change, even in so-called traditional cultures, they just do it slower than in untethered secular society.
The sociopolitical landscape has irrevocably changed since the times of feudal lords and church sanctioned royalty. We now worship money and its systems more than the old gods, though they are able to connect allowing the old gods to stick to a dull witted underclass (much like before) bottom line, people are pigheaded stubborn and are afraid of death. Their religion is all about cheating it after all. Because people grow old and they don’t like it. They want to go back

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>>13259239
Most sensible and natural way of life. Epicurus wins the competition of antique philosophy.

>>13259242
And?

>>13259251
Are you even serious? Ataraxia?

>>13259254
You know nothing about it. Here
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hBWDIzHldPg

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Vitruvius?
Wincklemann
Pater’s Renaissance

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I was reading a Yeats poem, and I felt pass inside of me a spook of subservience. Am I really so individual? I thought of how beautiful it is to love equality, and philosophy, but then I felt the sycophant within me. It was, ironically, obsequiousness to my philosophy teacher, who more than any ironic leftist tells me that I am free to have my own views, as is common with philosophers. But who am I really to desire the affirmation of others, whoever they are? What if they are not right? The obsequiousness within me is the result of many whips of retaliatory action for transgressions, through a never ending chain of transgressors whipping other transgressors, to purge the transgressor out of them, and replace it with the obsequious sycophant.

It is clear why one would fear transgressions by the savage monkey tribe known as leftists, but to fear the judgment of one's philosophy teacher, that shows how far gone I really have become. The perils of many years of authority stomping my neck with its morality has left a throbbing pain in my head, which manifests itself as a screaming banshee of self righteousness which has nested itself an awful nest inside my head, and does not cease to bother me although I know it is only a phantom and a spook. However I can purge this figurative demon will be a welcome change.

I find myself at a crossroads. Does one go down the path of resentment, and fall into new perils, resenting high and loftier sorrows such as the nature of the human condition itself? Or does one somehow find peace, through the knowledge that a thing is a thing, and simply let it be in a quiet detached state of mind? One hardly could, the condition of attachment to the world remains though an utterly unshakeable burden. But it's really a matter of choosing which things to worry about, and which not to, as opposed to allowing the whole thing to swallow you whole like a great portentous all consuming cloud which obscures the path of the true way.

Hopefully through feeling out this dark and ponderous cloud I can construct a pathway as one plots out the pages of a book word by word, and when the banshee comes dissipate her because she is no longer real.

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