(January 3, 2012 at 9:07 pm)Minimalist Wrote:Quote:Dionysus, also referred to as Zagreus in this account, is the son of Zeus and Persephone, Queen of the Underworld. Hera gets the Titans to lure the infant with toys, and then they rip him to shreds eating everything but Zagreus' heart, which is saved by either Athena, Rhea, or Demeter. Zeus remakes his son from the heart and implants him in Semele who bears a new Dionysus Zagreus. Hence, as in the earlier account, Dionysus is called "twice born." The latter account formed a part of the Orphic religion's religious mythology.
Here's some local insanity for ya:
I succeed, the world burns. I fail, the world burns. I get ripped apart by angry mobs. Gwynnie cries.
Tuesday night in August of 2005. Go to work as assistant construction superintendent. Leave work as a prophet of god. Go back to work a week later, not knowing what the fuck "prophet of god" actually means. Work wanted to make me official that November, but I hate driving. So now it's "ripped apart by angry mobs," cause Gwynnie's only crying over my dead body. Of course the world is burning, such is the nature of prophetic times; growing uncertainty in the mind of man focuses certainty in the mind of the prophet; a job requiring insanity.

I don't remember ever reading that stuff you posted. I've always been some form of atheist or another; the six-year spin of being a theist ended with me stuffing all theology into the tao te ching and claiming YHWH as my own. In linear fashion, this madness began with me drawing that girl; what continues this madness is the lack of physical reality twixt me and she.
It's always a story of dualities and 4; love and madness, tension and expression...