Every culture and every civilization past and present have their stories and legends where the human and divine met and communed. One such place is Mount Parnassus (Παρνασσός) in Central Greece.
Thousands of years ago when the earth was young, Zeus had had enough of the Pelasgians and brought a flood on the region to wipe them out, except for Deucalion and his wife, Pyrrah who survived the deluge by building an ark.
The ark came to rest on Mount Parnassus since Zeus had a fondness for the mountain which before the flood had been covered with the finest vineyards, and the wine from the grapes was a special treat on Mount Olympus. The two survivors had six children—three sons and three daughters.
With the mountain as its new centre the human race spread out across the globe. From there music, poetry, the arts and humanities were cultivated.
Mount Parnassus would become associated with Apollo, the Muses and the Corycian Cave Naiads (Melaina, Kleodora, and Corycia). Apollo made the mount his own where culture flourished.
Contrary to popular images of Apollo, he was not a sun-tanned beach surfer from Southern California. He was the Muses’ choir director, a master of the lyre, a superb dancer, an archer, and the list could continue.
As one scans the globe, places and mystery and magic cover the landscapes like the sirens of old bidding the sailors to come and to see and perhaps to taste the waters of the past. In these places as one stands there, the overwhelming symphony of the cosmic ocean reminds one of the connectedness of life to the past and to the future.
The pages of the past are in the same book as the present and future. The journey is one from cover to cover with interludes along the way.
G. D. Williams © 2013