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by A.P. David Unlike Socrates, Plato wrote—and wrote and wrote. This was a man who said, on a rare occasion in the first person, that his theories could not be expressed in writing. Just as inner contradiction is a key to effective drama, where we call it ‘conflict’, contradiction appears to be the fount and
Memnon: the Mythical King of the Ethiopians
by Ed Whelan, Contributing Writer, Classical Wisdom One of the most remarkable figures in all of Ancient Mythology is that of Memnon. He was a great hero, not Greek nor Roman, but an African. He was a king of the Ethiopians and he played a critical role in the Trojan War. Origin of Memnon Memnon
Die Young & Famous or Live Long & Unknown?
The stunning Jodie Turner-Smith, playing “Queen”, was sitting on her car probably somewhere in Florida when the timeless question was brought up. Dusty lighting behind, the two actors discussed the conundrum which ambitious world changers have asked from the beginning of civilization. I was thrilled to find such an excellent ancient philosophical discussion in such
Homer’s Real Story: The Truth Behind the ‘Iliad’
Written by John Martin, Contributing Writer, Classical Wisdom For the nearly three millennia since the Iliad’s creation, its grand story remains undiscovered. Homer’s masterpiece was a brilliant exercise in telling a new kind of story while letting his listening audience think that they were hearing another (more familiar, more easily accessible) one. The blind poet,
How do you handle SLANDER?
In the ancient Greek world, they cared about what others thought of them… really cared. In fact, there was a term for it: Kleos. Kleos is often translated to “renown”, or “glory”, but this interpretation misrepresents this essential and insightful term. Kleos is actually related to the word “to hear” and carries the implied meaning
What is Evil? Why are we so interested in it?
It’s hard to anticipate, to accept. The idea that you could actually know someone evil. That happens to other people, right? But there I was, staring at the photo in the newspaper of my former classmate, clad in the orange prison jumpsuit in front of the judge. The headline described the whole lurid affair: Eighth