A Nihilist's Pension
Of course I am downcast and tremble
with pity for my state
when old age and wrinkles cover me,
when Eros flies about
and I pursue the glorious young.
Pick up your lyre
and sing to us of her who wears
violets on her breasts. Sing especially
of her who is wandering.
- Sappho (630-570 BC) - Translated by Willis Barnstone
Homer at the Back of the Bus in the Hellenistic Age - The planksip® Möbius
The consumptive act of knowledge acquisition is sustainable, despite the random games of chance all around us. Hellenic as they come the apology is not Christian.