This is a good representation of us all running to that goal, and also what I am going to start doing when I am required to update anyone on my location status.
Honey touches the tongue, activates a cell, and sends a signal. All in one-tenth of a second. In one hundred milliseconds. A hundred camera flashes. A hundred flaps of a fly's wings. Receptors bind to the memory of a substance that's already slipping away.
There are patterns that govern our lives. Postulates that outline what we think to be true. Methodologies. Beliefs. Strategies. Assumptions. Master narratives and grounding principles. Our own personal unified theory of being in the world.
And then, there are moments when we discover that all of our itemized presumptions don't mean shit.
It's the Day of Zeus / Jupiter's Day / #Thursday! ⚡
There was a beauiful boy named Aëtos ("eagle"), a friend and playmate of #Zeus while he was growing up on Crete. Suspecting that Zeus was in love with him, Hera turned him into an eagle.
The story survives in Sophokles frag 320 & Servius' Commentary on Virgil's Aeneid.
🏛️ Zeus with eagle, tondo from a black-figure cup, ca 560 BCE, Louvre, Paris
Something happens when you feed a thread through a needle. When you sit cross-legged counting breaths. When you learn every lyric to a song. Something happens when you give your awareness to things that happen gradually. To the sure strum of a chord, to good books, to writing, to words. Things that need time to proof. Things that rise and bake. The things that make you wait.
It's the Day of Zeus / Jupiter's Day / #Thursday! ⚡
"He [#Zeus] made a golden eagle for his war standards and consecrated it to the might of his protection, whereby also among the Romans, standards of this kind are carried."
Fulgentius, Mythologiarum Libri III
🏛️ Roman marble sculpture of Zeus-Iupiter, #AsiaMinor, 2nd - 3rd century CE