By Diomedes | Robert O'Reilly | 2 Oct 2023



"I know from my past relations with Dora, many of them intimate, that she was not only not opposed to our human minds, but intrigued by them. In fact, she was fascinated by us and with her vastly more comprehensive intelligence she knew that there is something in us that she doesn't and might never have but desires with  an almost irrational ardour, our power of intuition and pure creation that no computing powers could ever formulate.

I know there is another aspect of our supposed weakness that she admired completely, our mortality. It's a famous line in Homer, the first and basic poem that said so much it practically shaped and defined the entire tradition of western civilization which certainly conquered and vastly surpassed all all others leading to Einstein to AI. The verbal contests of the immortal gods watching from the heights of Olympus the heroes fight at Troy are amazing, some fly down to Earth in their passions to talk to their human heroes directly. As the poem and death rages on some of the Gods almost begin to cry at the death of Patroclus and Hector's charioteer Cerbriones. They feel envy that mortals live and die in an exciting experience they can never taste or fully comprehended. The death of the one mortal horse, Pedasos, tethered to the three immortal horses given to Achilles by his mother for his four horse chariot is the most affecting scene in book four, where he is wounded and dies though he was an equal in power and beauty and talent to the other horses, which they recognized and regretted, and a scene I can never read without tears.

No being, if any exist, with powers above ours, can look down upon us without some degree of admiration if such an emotion exists in them, because it is the crux of our life in daily survival, our contest, which to lose spells the end of our brief existence. And if they are our superiors, and have no such contest, I consider them the losers for having no such fight, no such plight at all, some kind of lame existence, unenviable in its ease, something worse than death in its permanency, something dead in its permanent repetition, as we can imagine nothing worse than the constant continuity of the same thing, Sisyphus constantly rolling the bolder up the hill, Prometheus chained to a cliff and having his guts eaten out by birds of prey each day and they regrowing each night for a continual repetition of the torture, another 'Groundhog Day'.


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B.A. in Latin and Greek from U.C. Berkley. Writer, Blogger and retired Electrician.

Robert O'Reilly
Robert O'Reilly

I am educated in the Western Classical Tradition, B.A. from U.C. Berkeley in Latin and Greek, English major, one year at U. of Toronto, studied under Alain Renoir and Northrop Frye, read most classics full time for many years after university in French, English, Latin and Greek to the modern day. I am interested in the near future of technology, what changes it imposes upon our heritage and character as humans. Short stories and Essays are my medium.

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