The Temptation

And the serpent said unto the woman: Ye shall not certainly die: for God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.

Brother, our Life is not just an amusing game that starts at the moment of our birth, lasts until the sudden stroke of death cuts off its strength and goes the way it came!

An Oracle, a riddle is our short life; id est to know what the serpent said to Eve:

God can be known by knowing ourself! […] So strive to taste this knowledge, awake and live!

You nod and you pretended to know that simple saying; but there’s the root of our misfortune; there’s the rub: that double ignorance, inertness, life enshrining in a Sun: the Son of God ! … Yet take a spud, to prune the bushy tree of atheism, of self-conceit in you. Apollo by his arrows will thus the beast subdue! Transform thyself! The locust-tree is Circe’s purslane-herb, that keeps you inert or paralysed among the swine-herd!

By tilling Hell – oh Dimitra ! – Olympus soon appears; the gloomy dark with its hellish monsters disappears, our sight and hearing regain their pristine power and thus to quit this earth the welcome strikes hour. Our body, like a flower-pot, contains a deathless seed. Are you the gardener? Sweat and work and thus you will succeed!

Athens –
Harry Balogou