homer: tell us, o muse, of the man of many devices, who wandered full many ways after he had sacked the sacred citadel of troy.
divine postman: many were the men whose cities he saw and whose mind he learned, aye, and many the woes he suffered in his heart upon the sea, seeking to win his own life and the return of his comrades.
homer: yet even so divine postman he saved not his comrades, though he desired it sore, for through their own blind folly they perished- fools, who devoured the kine of helios hyperion.
divine postman: but he took from them the day of their returning homer.
homer: of these things, goddess, daughter of zeus, beginning where thou wilt, tell thou even unto us. we must never stop telling stories divine postman.
divine postman: you are right homer, as long as we breathe, we have a story to tell. now all the rest, as many as had escaped sheer destruction, were at home, safe from both war and sea.
but odysseus alone, filled with longing for his return and for his wife, did the queenly nymph calypso, that bright goddess, keep back in her hollow caves, yearning that odysseus should be her husband.
homer: but when, as the seasons revolved, the year came in which the gods had ordained that he should return to ithaca.
divine postman: not even there homer was he free from toils, even among his own folk. and all the gods pitied him save poseidon.
homer: but he continued to rage unceasingly against godlike odysseus, until at length he had reached his own native land.
divine postman: howbeit poseidon, homer, had gone among the far-off ethiopians- the ethiopians who dwell sundered in twain, the farthest of men, some where hyperion sets and some where he rises.
homer: there, divine postman, poseidon went to receive a hecatomb of bulls and rams, and there he was taking his joy sitting at the feast.
divine postman: but the other gods, homer, were gathered together in the halls of olympian zeus.
among them the father of gods and men was first to speak, for in his heart he thought of noble aegisthus, whom far-famed orestes, agamemnon’s, son had slain.
homer: thinking on him divine postman he spoke among the immortals, and said: “look you now, how ready mortals are to blame the immortals. it is from us, they say, that evils come, but they even of themselves, through their own blind folly, have sorrows beyond that which is ordained.
divine postman: even now as aegisthus, beyond that which was ordained, took to himself the wedded wife of the son of atreus, and slew him on his return, though well he knew of sheer destruction, seeing that we spake to him before, sending hermes, the keen-sighted argeiphontes, that he should neither slay the man nor woo his wife.
homer: for from orestes shall come vengeance for the son of atreus, when once he has come to manhood and longs for his own land. so hermes spoke, but for all his good intent he prevailed not upon the heart of aegisthus; and now he has paid the full price for all.”
divine postman: there is a cost to ignorance homer.
homer: let our lives be simple divine postman for us to enjoy the joys of life.
divine postman: let us not peep, or steal, or skill but understand that what we have is time and how we use it will determine the quality of our life.
homer: all men are at war with themselves friend.
divine postman: then the goddess, flashing-eyed athena, answered him: “father of us all, thou son of cronos, high above all lords, aye, verily that man lies low in a destruction that is his due.
so, too, may any other also be destroyed who does such deeds. but my heart is torn for wise odysseus, hapless man, who far from his friends has long been suffering woes in a sea-girt isle, where is the navel of the sea.
’tis a wooded isle, and therein dwells a goddess, daughter of atlas of baneful mind, who knows the depth of every sea, abundant is her mind.
and atlas himself holds the tall pillars which keep heaven and earth apart. his daughter it is that keeps back that wretched, borrowing man; and ever with soft and wheedling words she beguiles him that he may forget ithaca.
but odysseus, in his longing to see were it but the smoke leaping up from his own land, yearns to die. yet thy heart doth not regard it, olympian.
did not odysseus beside the ships of the argives offer thee sacrifice without stint in the broad land of troy? wherefore then first thou conceive such wrath against him, o zeus?”
homer: then zeus, the cloud gatherer, answered her and said: “my child, what a word has escaped the barrier of thy teeth? how should i, then, forget the sacrifices of godlike odysseus, who is beyond all mortals in wisdom.
and beyond all has paid sacrifice to the immortal gods, who hold broad heaven? nay, it is poseidon, the earth-enfolder, who is ever filled with stubborn wrath because of the cyclops, whom odysseus blinded of his eye even the godlike polyphemus, whose might is greatest among all cyclopes.
and the nymph thoosa bore him, daughter of phorycs who rules over the unresting sea; for in the hollow caves she lay with poseidon.
from that time forth poseidon, the earth-shaker, does not indeed slay odysseus, but makes him a wanderer from his native land. but come, let us who are here all take thought of his return, that he may come home.
and poseidon will let go his anger, for he will in no wise be able, against all the immortal gods and in their despite, to contend. since love conquers all.”
homer: it is what breaks all chains divine postman, when we act in love we hold heaven and earth in our arms.
divine postman: and where we walk love is rooted in our footsteps.