Tomorrow, I’ll be in Greece. I’ll be meeting my stalwart friend, Filip Marek, in Athens, and shortly after, we’ll head for Crete.
Anyone who knows me is aware that, for most of my life, I’ve has personal fascination with ancient Minoan civilization. My living room wall displays a large framed print of the “palace” of Knossos, as somewhat imaginatively reconstructed by N. Gouvousis. The older version of this website was decorated with an iconic Minoan mural. I’ve always preferred the fluid, sensuous Minoan and Mycenaean art styles, with their domestic and nature-oriented themes, to the more rigid and often militaristic styles of Egypt and Mesopotamia. The mythological story of Theseus, defeating a tyranny by entering the labyrinth (a fairly obvious metaphor for the search for knowledge), and fighting the monstrous Minotaur, finds its way into my writing in various forms. I would count myself a failure in life if I did not at least once set my foot down on the site of the real Knossos. Now, fortuitous circumstances allow me to do this, and to spend some time exploring less popular archaeological sites, and the back country of Greece.
But there will be an undercurrent of bitterness, which I will feel whenever I pick up a potsherd or kick an ancient stone. Huge amounts of wordage has been expended on Minoan civilization, but almost all of it is speculation. We actually know little about these people who thrived for a thousand years. Their language is unknown to us, their script undeciphered. Almost everything about the ruins can be interpreted in various ways, and there’s always been a tendency to project modern hopes and dreams onto the enigmatic remains. Minoan Civilization evaporated in some uncertain process or combination of natural disaster, economic change, civil war, invasion, conquest, ecological stress, or assimilation. I was born in Canada, part of North American Civilization. When I was born, it was the wealthiest, most free, most culturally dynamic place on Earth. Now it is a shambles. It may be a dying culture, drowning in an ever-rising ocean of Conservative filth. No outside forces are responsible for this death. We did it to ourselves, for “Conservative” is nothing but a synonym for moral corruption. And our society is deeply, deeply corrupted. I suspect that I will not be able to think of much else as I hike across the wild mountains and gorges of the ancient island of Crete.
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