Part 3: Protagoras of Abdera
Essence of divine is pure, nothing admixed,
Present in immortal soul, faith of ancient
Woodland races, quaint methods of praise,
Primitive shepherds, sons and daughters,
Embracing and trusting deific winds, tree
Moving, giving motion to life, worshiping
Blesséd gods, first lambs sacrificed.
Bathed in Æonic light, Iola, shepherdess of
Verdant Pindus summit paths was priestess
Ordained by Æon, searcher and seer of
Of ancient manuscripts, recovering “On the
Gods,” Greek Protagoras of Abdera, Older
Sophists, books burned, papyri lost by willful
Destruction of anger-enraged Athenians.
Barefoot servant girl, Iola appeared in time-
Less light, before consuming fires at Athens
Marketplace, collecting books for burning
She claimed, woven baskets heavy laden,
Through iridescent portal she returned to
Kybele’s embrace, saved manuscripts and
Books spilled upon temple marble floors.
O! Heavenly muses, Iola translated Greek into
Dozen languages, lost thoughts and ideologies,
Protagoras’ philosophies questioned nature
And existence of God, inspiration to greater
Theological understanding, reckoning truth
From falsehoods, harmonies of all wisdom,
Divinity discerned as living being.
Thyrsi wielding priestess, shepherdess Iola
Was beloved of Æon and Kybele. Upon
Time-cleaving chariots she rode with god
And goddess, heart-pained by visions shown,
Destruction of Royal Library of Alexandria,
Ten thousand volumes burned by warring
Decrees of Caesar and Aurelian.
And you have to know everything, both the well-rounded truth’s
unshakable heart, and mortals’ opinions, empty of true faith.
However, these also will you learn, that false beliefs like true
must seem, pervading everything by all means.
— Parmenides, “Being is All There Is”
Next is “Part 4: Crucible of Time.”