To Athena Part 1

It has occurred to me now that humanity has come to lack the culture once held O’ so very dear to our own existence. As Dante once walked with Virgil, down an epic path of “Divine Comedy”, moving from hell to purgatory, and then onto heaven itself, I walk here and now with Homer. Writing again the tales of gods and men, the divinity; has it been not lost to all? I say unto this with the utmost of ease, “Nay”. My life is now that of who I once was, none have known me until all my writings have been both written and read; you see, within me Homer lives. As we have both now done, though he much more than I; have sang out to the muses, to the heavens, to the gods of lore; to have our words heard by more than just the mortal ear; to be felt by the souls of all. Within this I defy the church of God; I say again, “Nay unto thine oppressive virtues, what thou teaches to those of this world is but half the truth; your church has forgotten the history of our kind”. Unto all that stand with me; is this quest now taken, that I now again walk “Lady Fate’s” path, wearing my shoes, Homer’s shoes, the shoes that have for two millennium not tread upon ground. These shoes are however very thin, they allow me to feel again; every pebble, each unevenness that can be found; with each new step there is something new to be found. Now it is time for me to begin this long journey; once again I sing, I praise the gods of old; I now hail Athena and Aphrodite once more; my love forever unto these sisters. Let it be known unto all; I have returned, blood again rich, coursing through my veins, burning with desire, the passion that I am makes me now cry out, “I am Homerus, reborn from Athena’s will, for humanity again”. “I am now here; writing my hymns for all to see and love, my works again fill the libraries of mortal homes; they have, they will; I hail our gods, high in the heavens; I thank thee again Athena; the love thou has shown within my works”. There must never again be such a long span between my lives; two thousand years, I have held my pen in silence; not writing one word; now within my return; this new fashion of pen brings forth my new words, again for all to hear, even the gods in the heavens. Now unto those that try to keep us in their oppressive rule; “Thou art no longer to suppress us, we are again free”; censorship be damned; my words will never be silenced by any political factions.