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Who was Cassandra?


  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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January 23, 2017

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I enjoyed this meditation so much. Any chance for wider distribution of it?

An interesting and thoughtful post. It seems to have triggered another return to a region of my inner world that remembers about life lived on the edge. Fearful perhaps, but places where we face reality - or at least realism - and come awake.

Go North, find blizzards. Go South, find hurricanes and tornadoes. (As just now, in Hattiesburg.) Go warmer, find blue octopi and more creatures you must not touch. Earth's creativity is always bursting, continents and tectonic plates slowly clashing together (very slowly!) Like that final line--you're in a Thingvellir mood!

Hope you're warm and safe!

A central theme of Canadian Literature, as Northrup Frye wrote, "a garrison mentality of beleaguered settlers huddled against the glowering cold."

Developments in hydro power have moved Quebec down on the nordicity scale, but we still have that mentality and when polar winds blow down, the effects are obvious. (Canada has a higher nordicity rating than Scandinavia and even Siberia!)

Immigrants and even visitors are wise to learn the implications ( before making the decision), and your personal meditation captures much of its essence.

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