The Logos of Athena
Oh, fools of Troy. Oh, Fools of Greece.
Oh, Fools all, yet such grand and glorious fools.
I do entreat you to listen, for often it is men that beg
the favor of the gods, but not often that gods pray for man's audience.
For what is wisdom if scattered by the roadside
an unwelcome burden to carry, a great millstone that weighs down
the aspirations of man. How his glory would soar you claim
were it not for the boulder that must be pushed up the hill.
And yet I ask that you not abandon the weight of my gift
For when the world grows dark, wisdom becomes your home
a small lighted fire upon a dark beach.
shelter against the night of ignorance.
And as the shadows play upon the ships, some will turn to stare
at merely the reflected light, and pay no heed to the fire
or deign to remember that in time, the sun will again rise.
elbowing aside their fellows for another shred of reflected warmth.
And the blame that you have left upon the table, that is not heavy
for it is a simple matter to carry if all take their share.
I offer to take my portion, and admit to a moment of vanity.
I admit to jealousy. I admit that I bowed to the heat of the moment.
I admit that once, I felt I was due to the victor's crown
for merely the accident of my birth. For my status. For my purity.
And yet what had I done, but submit to the authority of my father?
He had chosen, and I merely did my duty, as any loyal daughter.
Yet, doing so, I saw my own works undone, and my own gifts turned
to crush and separate the people from one another.
And I weep for the charnel field that stands upon the site of Troy.
For I know it was my hand that had a part in its creation.
And when my tears have run dry I shall once again
Take up my spear and my shield. For I can not abandon my charge
as long as there are men who will raise a shield for their fellows
As long as there are those who will weave together the parts to make things anew.
And then comes the hardest lesson that any who fight must learn
and here, while the embers still smolder and the blood still rushes
is the time to learn it. So listen, for it is the greatest gift I can grant.
Nike is not predisposed to the virtuous. Olive Branches are worn by villains.
A man who is glorious in victory will be wretched in defeat.
A man who is gracious in victory will be granted clemency in defeat.
A man who denies the victory of others will never stop fighting the same battle.
And a people who will not stop fighting, will eventually sacrifice all else to fight.
A simple lesson. A simple pearl of wisdom, distilled
as if from a simple oyster after years of pain, suffering and anguish.
For it is many an unsung hero that has whispered my name
who bears that burden for all of man.