The Use of Myth

Hesiod stands at the beginning. He is the first to write down stories that had been circulating for centuries. His account is not a moral arc in the way the Hebrew tradition would later tell its story. Hesiod is part farmer’s almanac and part chronicler. This is how the seasons work, and this is who the gods are. His poetry maps structure and offers practical guidance, but it does not moralize. There is no salvific “ought” derived from the “is” being recorded: only consequence.

His record of the myths forms the foundation, but the true genius of the Greeks lies in how those myths are later used. In Heracles, Euripides deploys the myth to illuminate the dangers of unrestrained power before an audience in the midst of exercising it. The lesson is one of structural excess, not moral scolding. There is no finger-wagging insistence that “one should not do this.” Instead, the resolution carries a humility. A recognition of human frailty and a reminder of the necessity of acknowledging our humanity. We are reminded to know what kind of creature we are: human, not divine. Heracles leaves Thebes shattered, like a small boat caught in Theseus’ wake. An Athenian audience, conscious of its naval supremacy, would have recognized the force of that image immediately.

The Athenian playwrights used myth constructively. It is difficult to overstate the importance of these plays. If public expenditure is a reasonable proxy for civic priority, then their importance is unmistakable. A significant portion of Athenian resources was devoted to dramatic festivals. Citizens were paid to attend. Playwrights were awarded monetary prizes. The dramas produced were not incidental entertainments; they were instructive. Art mirrored life, and the message to the polis was never lost on its audience. These were warrior-citizens, hoplites, telling one another the stories they most needed to hear.

The foundational myths Hesiod first cataloged, and later mythographers such as Apollodorus organized, establish the baseline. Their careful preservation of variant traditions matters. But it is the Athenian tragedians who put these stories to work.

Aeschylus is chronologically the first. His Persians, produced in 472 BCE, is the only surviving tragedy based on a historical event. Written eight years after Salamis by a veteran of the battle, it is strikingly closer to warning literature than to triumphalist propaganda. The Greeks knew they had accomplished something extraordinary, and Aeschylus refuses to allow that accomplishment to harden into a sense of earned greatness. His reminder to the polis is austere and direct: remember your limits; know who you are.

Aeschylus remains a real-time civic commentator. His later works illuminate the democratic reforms of Ephialtes and Pericles, tracing the shift of authority from aristocratic councils to popular courts. The Oresteia provides the clearest example. Athena replaces vendetta with trial. Myth is used to ratify institutional authority. Athens is, in effect, writing its own constitutional myth.

Sophocles follows at the height of Athenian confidence. Silver from the Laurion mines funds naval expansion, and the Delian League (coerced allies and tribute-paying subjects) provides capital and momentum. Sophocles challenges this confidence in Antigone. She insists on burying her brother because she answers to a law older and greater than kings. The play is often read as individual conscience versus state decree, but that framing is anachronistic. Antigone is not asserting private autonomy against public power; she embodies an archaic natural law. That a sister must bury her brother is an axiom without which no civic decree can claim legitimacy. Law may be articulated rationally, but it rests first on older, chthonic imperatives.

This is why Medea is not a feminist revenge fantasy. Medea is not merely punishing Jason for abandonment; she is attempting, horrifically, to restore balance. She is driven by an imperative long encoded in Greek myth: structure endures even when human bonds fail. Even Zeus is subject to necessity. Medea is produced in 431 BCE, the year the Peloponnesian War begins. Euripides’ choice of subject is deliberate. Medea represents ancient power and foreign intelligence; an unassimilable force Athens attempts, and fails, to contain. She stands as the embodiment of raw capacity untamed by the polis.

The most powerful sequence must be acknowledged in Oedipus Tyrannus. Long before Freud reduced it to sexual melodrama, Sophocles dramatized the danger of concentrated power and the catastrophic failure of leadership. Oedipus is a relentless investigator pursuing the source of contagion with the certainty of a man who has never been wrong. The timing for an Athenian audience would have been unmistakable: the city itself was suffering under plague, and Pericles was among the dead. When Oedipus discovers that he himself is the cause, he blinds himself.

But the myth’s deeper argument is not about guilt. It is about the permanence of certain violations. Oedipus’ ignorance does not erase consequence. He has crossed a limen that cannot be uncrossed. Some boundaries, once violated, permanently reorder the world regardless of intention. Athens had watched its finest men fail spectacularly while believing themselves to be acting correctly. Sophocles does not console them.

Euripides can only hold up a mirror. The Peloponnesian War is corrosive, and Athenian confidence erodes even amid tactical success. At what cost? Trojan Women is produced in the same year Athens annihilates Melos. The same festival season, the same civic audience that authorized the massacre watching the consequences of imperial atrocity staged before them. Euripides refuses the consolation of easy moralism. This is not protest theater in search of reform; it is post-crime acknowledgment staged in real time. There is no reconciliation, no atonement. Only recognition. As in Heracles, the act is complete. There is no rite of return, no nostos. Only the irrevocable “is” of fact.

Herodotus runs alongside the tragedians as a parallel critical voice. Writing his Histories across roughly the same decades (circa 440–425 BCE) he documents in prose the same question tragedy stages on the orchestra floor: what happens to a people when power outruns wisdom? His analysis of Persian hubris circulates during the prime of Sophocles and Euripides, and his method is the tragedians’ method in a different form; accumulated consequence, structural excess, the refusal of easy vindication. Herodotus is not moralizing either. He is also recording only the “is.”

The arc of the tragedians tracks Athenian political fortune with uncomfortable precision. Aeschylus opens with Persian defeat. Euripides closes with Athenian self-indictment.

But how does it end?

Athens is defeated. Sparta learns to master the sea as effectively as it had long dominated the land. Its austere discipline and institutional cohesion prove more durable under prolonged war than Athens’ volatile democratic energy. The Greeks recognize the war as unprecedented, but they do not yet grasp that it marks the end of their historical primacy.

Plato enters at this moment. His impulse is categorically different from that of the mythographer or the playwright. Where myth witnesses and tragedy stages irresolvable conflict, Plato demands resolution. The Republic is not an abstract exercise. It is a post-defeat systems manual. Plato seeks to rationalize the human condition itself. If the polis educates the citizen, then the polis must be perfected to produce the perfected soul. The philosopher-king is not a metaphor but a solution.

Plato hated tragedy because it grasped something he could not accept: the limits of human cognition, the necessity of suffering for certain forms of knowledge, and the irreducibility of emotional excess. In Book X of the Republic, his hostility becomes explicit. Tragedy must be banned. “We must not allow ourselves to be persuaded by her.” Poets move souls without knowing how or why. That makes them dangerous teachers.

The idea that authority must regulate representation is not modern. It is ancient.

Plato insists upon replacing capricious gods with human rationality as the architect of order. Augustine will later reconcile the two, marrying divine omnipotence to rational structure in the City of God. That synthesis must wait.

What Plato cannot accept is what tragedy insists upon: that certain knowledge arrives only through suffering, that emotional excess is not a failure of reason but a form of intelligence, and that the irresolvable is not a problem awaiting solution but a permanent feature of the human condition. The tragedians had spent a century demonstrating this to warrior-citizens who already knew it in their bodies. Plato, writing after defeat, wanted a different answer.

He did not get one. But Aristotle was listening.

Heracles

In most tellings, the Labors come later. Heroic, impossible tasks imposed to atone for the uncleansable act of killing his own children. Violence precedes expiation. Crime is answered by ordeal.

Euripides reverses the order. The Labors come first, to prove that achievement is no protection.

The monsters are dead. The roads are passable again. The world, which required Heracles’ violence, has been satisfied. The Nemean lion no longer stalks the hills. The Hydra is cauterized. The Augean rot has been flushed from the land. Even death has been visited and returned from.

Procedural Eurystheus, that small man propped up by law and divine timing, no longer holds dominion over him. The term of humiliation has ended. The tasks are complete.

Heracles arrives at Thebes not as the son of Zeus, but as a man restored to human scale:
husband, father, supplicant who has done everything required.

That is when Hera acts.

Not earlier, when he strangled lions or scoured the earth of rot. Not when his body was still an instrument shaped for excess. She waits until he has crossed back into domestic life, into lineage, into continuity.

Heracles: the Glory of Hera. The name does nothing to appease her. It sharpens the insult. His existence remains a standing violation of her domain: marriage, legitimacy, lawful succession.

So she sends Lyssa, Madness herself.

Lyssa hesitates.

She is not eager to infect. She knows Heracles has honored the gods. She knows this excess is Hera’s. But excess is what gods use when proportion no longer suffices.

Heracles does not rage at first. He mis-sees.

The house becomes a battlefield. The thresholds dissolve. Walls open into open ground. There are no structural limits. His very children become enemies. Eurystheus, always Eurystheus, stands where his sons stand. Heracles acts as he always has: decisively, without doubt. Euripides adds Megara to the body count. One more to make the the killings complete. No residue of the life Heracles returned to is permitted to survive.

Athena intervenes late. She lifts the madness. The weapon falls. Silence enters the house. Heracles stands among corpses he recognizes.

Madness for the Greeks is no defense. No argument. No theology that helps. Heracles curses existence itself, curses the structure capable of producing such symmetry. He wants to die not to escape the tragedy, but to correct it. Suicide would restore balance: destroyer destroyed.

Theseus interrupts. With friendship.

Theseus, who has already overreached. He has already abducted Helen, descended to the underworld, sat trapped in forgetfulness until Heracles himself tore him free. A hero already cracked like an amphora, already indebted.

He does not judge.
He does not cleanse.

He stays.

He simply refuses to let Heracles be alone with what he has done.

No god resolves the crime. No court absorbs it. What interrupts annihilation is not law or ritual, but friendship. One ruined man sitting beside another, insisting on endurance without consolation.

Purification will come later. Exile will come later. First comes recognition of the act. Accepting the impossibility of a return.

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What’s in a name? “Heracles” (Ἡρακλῆς) is the cruel joke. Hēraklēs breaks down as: Hēra (Ἥρα) + kléos (κλέος) glory, fame, renown – thus, The Glory of Hera.

Two ancient logics attach to the name, both unsettling.

The first is appeasement. The child is named as an offering: this one exists for your glory. It fails immediately. Names do not tame gods.

The second logic is theodical, and more disturbing. Without her hatred, there is no hero. The Labors, the ordeals, the suffering are the engines of kleos. Heracles achieves glory through Hera’s persecution.

Heracles is the greatest of Zeus’ sons, and therefore the greatest affront to Hera. Zeus is the divine adulterer; Hera is the guardian of lawful order, of marriage, lineage, succession. Every illegitimate son violates her jurisdiction. Heracles violates it spectacularly. Zeus loves him most. So Hera persecutes him relentlessly, patiently, strategically.

That strategy culminates in Eurystheus.

Eurystheus is Heracles’ cousin, legal superior, and ritual master. A petty bureaucrat placed over a great one by Hera’s cunning. Both descend from Perseus, the Perseid line. Hera engineers the timing of births so that Eurystheus is born first, activating Zeus’ own oath that the next Perseid born will rule Mycenae. Zeus binds himself. Hera collects.

The result is precise and humiliating: the strongest man alive must obey the weakest king alive.

Eurystheus dictates and presides over the Labors; the twelve years of service decreed by Delphi as the condition for cleansing Heracles’ pollution (Apollodorus, Library 2.4.12). The Labors are not adventures but imposed servitude, governed by procedural judgment rather than merit. In this sense, Eurystheus anticipates a truth the Greeks already grasped intuitively: authority operates independently of excellence, even in a heroic age.

It is against this inherited framework that Euripides makes his decisive inversion.

In older tellings, Heracles’ madness comes first and the Labors follow: ordeal as expiation, suffering as corrective. Euripides reverses the order. The Labors come first, to demonstrate that achievement offers no protection. The world has already been saved. The monsters are dead. The roads are open. Eurystheus’ authority has expired. Heracles returns to Thebes complete; restored to domestic life and civic identity.

When Hera acts at this moment, the catastrophe that follows cannot be understood as punishment in any ordinary sense. It is structural annihilation. Violence that had been sanctioned, rewarded, and celebrated proves incapable of being contained once its instrumental purpose has been fulfilled. Excess turns inward. The same force that preserved order destroys it.

The radical nature of this reversal becomes clear when Euripides’ Heracles is set beside Philoctetes by Sophocles. Sophocles stages a sharp ethical dilemma without easy answers: the war needs Philoctetes, but Neoptolemus’s sense of honor recoils at Odysseus’ coercion and lies. When Neoptolemus returns Philoctetes’ bow and confesses, Philoctetes refuses to sail to Troy. Heracles appears (post apotheosis) in his divine form to command Philoctetes to go, where he will be healed and win glory. The play’s deus ex machina ending, obedience to a divine command rather than reconciliation among men, suggests Sophocles’ skepticism that politics alone can heal moral wounds. Yet Sophocles insists on a moral economy that ultimately balances. Still believes that truth can heal.

Euripides writes after that confidence has collapsed.

Heracles was produced in 416 BCE, during the late, corrosive phase of the Peloponnesian War. In that same year, Athens articulates its position with brutal clarity in the Melian Dialogue: justice applies only among equals; necessity governs the rest. It is history’s coldest articulation of might makes right.

This is where Euripides converges with Thucydides. Herodotus had shown how Greece unified to resist tyranny. Thucydides records how democratic Athens becomes the tyrant. A tyrant worse than Persians, Athens is methodical, rational, confident, and increasingly blind to moral consequence. The war differs from earlier Greek conflicts in scale, duration, and totality. It corrodes language, erodes restraint, and transforms success into justification rather than responsibility. Victory no longer civilizes. Power no longer ennobles; it consumes.

Euripides stages the same diagnosis in mythic form.

Like Heracles, the strongest and most victorious of heroes, Athens proves incapable of protecting what matters most. The city that once liberated others becomes their destroyer. Melos is wiped out; its population erased. The act is justified as necessity. Confidence in power substitutes for moral vision. The system fails from within.

Significantly, Heracles offers no restorative closure. No god resolves the crime. Athena halts the violence but does not justify it. There is no tribunal, no epiphany, no reintegration into a renewed moral order. Heracles’ excellence does not redeem him. His suffering does not instruct. Nothing about the catastrophe is rendered meaningful.

Sophocles and Euripides overlapped for decades, but they wrote from different phases of Athenian moral life. Sophocles offered tragic nobility: a civic vision in which intelligence, courage, and culture conferred legitimacy, and in which suffering educated the polis toward order. Euripides issues a bleaker warning: suffering may teach nothing, and order itself may have failed.

Yet Euripides does not leave his audience with nihilism. He refuses to sermonize, but the lesson is unmistakable. Heracles saves the household from a tyrant and then annihilates it himself. The same logic applies to political actors whose hubris is narrated as necessity. Athens is a liberator turned destroyer, confident in the righteousness of its actions and blind to their consequences.

What remains, finally, is not law, power, or virtue, but human solidarity. Theseus does not purify Heracles. He remains with him. He refuses isolation as the final consequence of excess. If the gods are unreliable, justice unstable, and excellence insufficient, then survival depends on the capacity to acknowledge the consequences of one’s own strength.

Athens, Euripides suggests, may not be able to save itself through triumph, rationality, or institutional order alone. But it might yet endure if it can learn to sit with what it has done and to recognize itself in those who have acted on its behalf.

And there is a final human sentiment: Euripides ends his play with Heracles mourning,

The man who would prefer great wealth or strength more than love, more than friends, is diseased of soul

Euripides, Heracles, trans. William Arrowsmith

To which the closing chorus enjoins,

We go in grief, we go in tears, who lose in you our greatest friend.

Twelve years after the play is produced, the Athenian fleet is annihilated. The Spartans are victorious. But no one wins.

Why the Greek Myths Matter

Modern moral discourse increasingly treats recognition as action. We are taught that naming injustice is equivalent to refusing its benefits, that acknowledgment absolves participation, that awareness substitutes for consequence. This error is not new. It is ancient.

Billie Eilish brought this pattern into focus during the 2026 Grammy Awards, when she declared, “No one is illegal on stolen land.” She makes her declaration from a stage built on the very land she calls stolen, protected by wealth generated by the system she claims is illegitimate. Then she goes home. The land is acknowledged. The house is kept. Nothing in the structure changes.

The problem is not personal hypocrisy – the ordinary failure to live up to stated values. The problem is that the declaration itself mistakes acknowledgment for consequence. The performance of moral awareness substitutes for action. The structure remains intact precisely because naming it feels like refusing it.

The Greeks had a word for this. They called it hubris.

In modern usage, hubris has been flattened into a synonym for arrogance or excessive pride. In Greek thought, it meant something more precise. Hubris is the failure to recognize the structure you inhabit. Acting as though the boundaries that constrain others do not apply to you. It is mistaking your position within an order for transcendence of that order.

Oeneus, king of Calydon, made offerings to the gods and forgot Artemis. Not out of malice. Out of carelessness. The omission was structural. The divine economy required reciprocity, and forgetting was never neutral. Artemis responded by sending a boar that ravaged the land. The kingdom collapsed not because enemies attacked, but because the king failed to recognize the structure he was operating within.

Theseus unified Attica, killed the Minotaur, and became king of Athens. He then abducted women. First the Amazon queen Antiope, then Helen of Sparta while she was still a child. This behavior had once been heroic license in a half-wild world. In an era of city-states, alliances, and laws, it became political crime. Theseus failed to recognize that he had transitioned from monster-slayer to civic ruler. The Dioscuri invaded Attica, retrieved Helen, and took Theseus’s mother as recompense. Athens did not defend him. The structure reasserted itself.

Tydeus, mortally wounded at Thebes, was offered immortality by Athena. In his final moments he tore open his enemy’s skull and ate the brains. Violence was not the problem. Violence was structural to the heroic age. What Athena could not tolerate was the celebration of savagery; the collapse of the boundary between hero and beast. Tydeus crossed the limen. He violated the threshold that separates sanctioned violence from monstrosity, the boundary that, as Arnold van Gennep showed, governs all rites of passage. The offer was withdrawn. Immortality was not denied as punishment. It was rescinded as disqualification.

In each case, the failure is not moral but structural. The punishment follows not because the act is evil, but because it violates the architecture of the world. The Greeks understood this. There are boundaries. They are real. Crossing them extracts costs whether or not you acknowledge them.

This is why Billie Eilish’s declaration matters. Not because she is uniquely wrong, but because her statement exemplifies a dominant modern pattern. The land is acknowledged as stolen. No move is made to return it. She could take an action that meaningfully alters her position within the structure she condemns. She will not. None of the moralizing elites will.

What persists instead is a secularized moral economy descended from Christianity, one that has retained confession while abandoning repentance. Friedrich Nietzsche diagnosed this transformation with unnerving clarity. Christianity inverted responsibility: guilt became interior, symbolic, endlessly verbal, while restitution and consequence were deferred or displaced. When God receded, the structure remained. Sin survived without redemption, and confession survived without cost.

The Greek gods did not absolve. They did not care about awareness. They enforced boundaries. Cross them, and consequence followed. Not as moral judgment, but as structural response.

What makes Greek myth remarkable, nearly unique among ancient traditions, is its refusal to sentimentalize its own culture. The Greeks did not claim innocence. They knew they were newcomers, migrants, colonizers. They told stories of abduction, bride-theft, kin-murder, and traced their own origins to these violations. Their gods did the same.

Zeus abducts Europa from Phoenicia and carries her to Crete. The continent takes her name. The Greeks do not hide this. They begin their story with theft and violation of hospitality. Later, Paris abducts Helen from Sparta, and the Greeks sail to Troy to retrieve her. The myths are clear-eyed. Paris is not excused, but Greek hands are not clean. The war is just. The actors are not virtuous.

Homer’s Iliad is more sympathetic to the Trojans than to the Greeks. Hector is the noblest figure in the poem: devoted husband, protective father, defender of his city. Priam’s supplication to Achilles is the most humane moment in the epic. Achilles himself is petulant and murderous. Agamemnon is venal and incompetent. Victory does not confer virtue. Justice does not imply moral superiority.

This is the Western canon at its origin: relentlessly self-critical, suspicious of its own heroes, aware that success does not cleanse guilt. It does not claim moral purity. It preserves something more valuable: the capacity to examine its own foundations without flinching.

Athens, the city that gave us democracy and philosophy, claimed autochthony, kings born from the soil itself. Yet its defining hero, Theseus, is explicitly not born of Athenian ground. He is introduced. A foreigner granted kingship through demonstrated excellence rather than inherited blood. The myth does not resolve the contradiction. It stages it. Authority must be earned. Excellence can arrive from outside. The city that claimed the deepest roots made its defining figure a newcomer.

This willingness to complicate, to contradict, to refuse easy moral postures is what the Western canon preserves. Not innocence, but method. Not superiority, but scrutiny.

Athens, the city that gave us democracy and philosophy, claimed autochthony, kings born from the soil itself, authority rooted in the deepest possible origin. Yet its defining hero, Theseus, is explicitly not born of Athenian ground. He arrives from outside. He is granted kingship through demonstrated excellence rather than inherited blood. The myth does not resolve this contradiction. It stages it, holds it open, and lets it stand without apology. Authority must be earned. Excellence can arrive from outside. The city with the deepest claimed roots made its defining figure a newcomer and preserved both facts simultaneously.

This is the Western canon at its origin: not innocent, but honest about its own contradictions. Not morally pure, but structurally self-aware. It does not claim clean hands. It preserves something more valuable; the capacity to examine its own foundations without flinching, and to refuse the comfort of resolution when the contradiction is real.

That capacity is not a human universal. It is a fragile achievement. And it was built here first.

Thus my mythic investigations operate on two levels.

The first is polemic. It responds to contemporary amnesia by naming what has been forgotten. When land acknowledgments become absolution rituals, the polemic says this is performance, not principle. When the Western canon is dismissed as oppressor literature, the polemic says you are using its tools to dismantle the workshop that made them. When physical discipline is treated as suspect and quitting under pressure is celebrated as courage, the polemic says the ancients would not recognize these inversions.

This level is necessary. I watch as my children face indoctrination that Western civilization is uniquely evil, that competition is trauma, that discipline is oppression, that naming injustice is equivalent to refusing its benefits. The polemic provides permission to resist this narrative and evidence that it is simply wrong. We are all descended from killers and conquerors. Success was structural not moral.

But polemic alone is insufficient. It can win arguments, but it cannot transmit knowledge.

The second level is mythographic. It returns to Greek material to investigate it. It asks what structural knowledge is encoded here. What patterns recur across myths. What costs follow boundary violations regardless of intent. What conditions make excellence possible, and what makes it unsustainable. How a civilization preserves truths that cannot be reduced to propositions.

This level does not argue. It observes. It maps. It connects.

When Homer shows Diomedes wounding Aphrodite, he is demonstrating kairos: the structural moment when impossible action becomes possible. Athena clears Diomedes’ vision and guides his strike. Intent, position, readiness, and permission align. Outside that moment, the same action would be hamartia, missing the mark, structural failure.

When we trace the line from Oeneus to Tydeus to Diomedes, we are not reading genealogy. We are watching violence inherited, refined, and finally disciplined. Carelessness generates catastrophe. Catastrophe generates escalation. Escalation disqualifies. Discipline permits refusal. Diomedes is the perfect instrument of controlled violence at Troy, then refuses further war so that Rome can be born.

When we examine Theseus, we see heroic license colliding with civic authority. Early violence restores proportion through exact reversal. Later violence forgets its limits. Each act of forgetting generates consequence. Athens honors Theseus only after his death, when his bones can be brought home and the foreign hero made autochthonous through burial.

When we study the Dioscuri, we learn that balance is not a virtue but an achievement. One twin is mortal, earned. The other divine, unearned. Together they function. When one dies, the other refuses solitary immortality and negotiates alternation. They correct what can still be corrected and withdraw before catastrophe.

These are not morals. They are structural observations. They cannot be reduced to slogans. They must be seen in pattern.

The purpose of these essays is to help recover what has been lost. What is kairos, and why does missing it constitute failure? How does violence become coherent rather than catastrophic? When must authority be earned rather than inherited? When is withdrawal wisdom rather than cowardice? Why does acknowledgment never cancel consequence?

The Western canon endures because it was founded on the capacity for self-examination. It can include critiques of itself without validating critiques that would destroy the conditions making criticism possible.

The Greeks knew about theft. They knew about colonization. They knew about power and its costs. They knew human nature does not change. What they also knew, and what we have forgotten, is that recognizing the structure does not exempt you from its operations.

Oeneus cannot avoid the boar by admitting he forgot Artemis. Theseus cannot avoid exile by acknowledging overreach. Billie Eilish cannot escape contradiction by naming the land stolen while keeping the house built on it. The acknowledgment is not action. The performance is not the principle. The structure does not care about your awareness.

This is what the myths preserve: knowledge about how the world actually works. Not moral truth, but structural truth. True the way boundaries are true.

The polemic fights to preserve access to this knowledge. The mythographic work recovers it. Both are necessary. The Greeks built the method. We inherited it. And forgetting it carries costs that no amount of acknowledgment can erase.

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