Myths......

.... The Missus and I ended up watching the latest version of "Clash of the Titans" today before blogtime arrived....... and I have to say that I felt for ole Perseus today just as much as I did when I saw the earlier version from the 1980s........

...... how on earth were we ever awe'd by claymation action movies to begin with? .... and yet, we were......Ali Baba and Jason are to blame, if you ask me..... but still, they were amazing in their day......

....... anyway, I haven't felt much like writing lately - and this certainly doesn't count - but I just wanted to share a thought that crossed my mind when the movie was rolling.......

..... once ole Hades showed up, I turned to my wife and said, "you know, I have always loved Perseus........ when I was a child, I soaked all of this stuff up.... Roman & Greek mythology........ I absolutely loved it....... Persephone, Pegasus, Andromeda, Meduas, Zeus, Apollo..... even the muses....... and even the lesser stories like Prometheius"........

....they all were windows that I loved looking at life through........

..... "I always thought that Pegasus was supposed to be white.", she said......

..... "black and white are not really that important, my dear.".......

... "yeah, but it was much better to have the white horse in the first film.....who'd not love a flying white horse?..... it's like white hats vs black hats in the cheesy John Wayne westerns!"....

..... "that is true, babe...... very true....... but do you know why it was that I loved Perseus so much?......... well, he was just a man...... a man who wanted to be a man...... but his Father was a God, Zeus....... I remember reading those stories and thinking that my own Father was a God..... and I was just a man."........

..... when I was a child, there was nothing that my Father couldn't have accomplished......... and I miss that very much......... he's dead now, of course..... and I am still here....... and I am still Perseus every single day......

by Eric on January 08, 2011 | Bullshit (2) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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Went through a phase with my oldest reading those books. Enjoyed it. And never thought about my dad...but will now. I miss my dad as well. Six years and it seems like yesterday.

Bullshitted by vwbug on January 9, 2011 07:29 AM

There's a part of us that wants our fathers to be God (what is God, after all, but the Ultimate Father?) - and how lucky we are when we have fathers that live up to that sort of expectation.

Your daddy may not be around any more, but I do believe he'd be proud of his son today...

Bullshitted by Elisson on January 9, 2011 08:24 PM