Imagine thinking the gods are petty or somehow beneath your imaginary moral high ground. You must believe in some nonexistent utopia. A "better world" somewhere off in the distance. You dream of that fake world while Homer and the Greeks lived in this world. They lived in it and loved it for what it is. Can you imagine that? Loving this world? Loving it's "flaws" because you don't view them as flaws at all, but rather the necessary and vital aspects of life! Or do you hate life? Are you dead inside? Do you hate this world and all that makes it alive? Is this world "fallen" to you? Is this just some shell of an existence? If so, you're not just an uneducated fuckwit, you're a dead man criticizing the living for their vitality. Start to see Homer, the gods and heroes for what they are: real LIFE!
Imagine thinking the gods are petty or somehow beneath your imaginary moral high ground. You must believe in some nonexistent utopia. A "better world" somewhere off in the distance. You dream of that fake world while Homer and the Greeks lived in this world. They lived in it and loved it for what it is. Can you imagine that? Loving this world? Loving it's "flaws" because you don't view them as flaws at all, but rather the necessary and vital aspects of life! Or do you hate life? Are you dead inside? Do you hate this world and all that makes it alive? Is this world "fallen" to you? Is this just some shell of an existence? If so, you're not just an uneducated fuckwit, you're a dead man criticizing the living for their vitality. Start to see Homer, the gods and heroes for what they are: real LIFE!