THE WOUNDED HERO

Prelude

   Beyond pain and suffering, free from mistakes, free from death, far removed from humanizing
influence lies the superman.  Neither hero nor villain, the superman is beyond such near-sighted
perspective.  If the footfall of a giant crushes a town and its inhabitants, should the giant be
labeled villain.  Conversely, should this same footfall open an artesian
well in the midst of an arid desert, then may
this distant giant be lauded as a hero.  Not                                                                         It is
without having tasted of mortality can                                                                 a penetration,
a God be a savior.  The hero is born                                                      or permeation, as in a
of victimization, born among                                                            baby’s first breath, a lusty
the victims.  Before engaging                                                          immersion whose embrace
in battle, the hero must                                                                admits one to the world with
be wounded.  It is in                                                                  shock and pain; it is a wound
the nature of                                                                       which can either cleanse or poison
the beast.                                                                  the blood, it is the door which opens into
                                     three worlds; it is a friendship or a love, a hate or a disparity, crossing
         separate paths.  Responding to the presence of ignorance and greed within oneself,
one should admit shame                      Reverberation                                   it is easy to give in,
and strive to overcome            (comprehension)         of time                          abandoning oneself to
by looking deep within                        sketching out                              impulse and short term
in an attempt to understand         the geometry             (ignorance)                  sensual gratification,
the nature of this greed                        of space                               following desire into crime,
and this ignorance.  This          (greed)            throughout all          bred of ignorance and greed--
taste, this wound allows                   alternatives into                      crime, high finance, politics,
a familiarity and an access         a quantum                 (brotherhood)         religion, among which we
empowering one with impetus.          arrangement                          glide so blithely, patronizing
This is done to the cry              (isolation)            of matter                   the avenues of commerce,
of a violin, against the                        spittle of energy.                        attaching a significance to
weight of creation.  After         Energy: flatulence       (individuation)        objects which is imposed,
a period of healing,                            of soul, the                           bounding and covering their
sensitive evermore,                  (dexterity)          expression of which           true significance.  These
the affected portion                           is impetus to                                  convictions, central to
undertakes exercise,                creation, resuscitating    (manipulation)            our civilization, when
strengthening against                           now the universe,                      adhered to dogmatically,
repeated encounter and           (graft)               casting definition                    lead to sociopathic
preparing to overcome                        in contrast.            (art)                                    behavior.
                 and tame ignorance and greed, harnessing them to pull the chariot.
 
 

Myth

                 The wandering hunter
                 entered into a mountain skirted
                 valley, lush with fruit trees and meadows
                 of grain.  There he found gentle harvesting
                                people living squalidly in tumbled
                                down shacks, who offered him of
                                their fruit and grain, and of beverages
                                brewed from both, all of which he
                                accepted quite gratefully.  They
                                gave him lodging for the night.  When
                                he inquired about their devastation
                                they would look away, out at the valley
                                or up to the sky, making no reply.
                                That night the wandering hunter was awoken by a commotion.
                                                        Leaving the hovel where he had been
                                                        lodging, outside he found two winged
                                                        giants rambunctiously battering
                                                        the town.  The wandering hunter
                                                        addressed the giants saying:
                “Why thus do you destroy this village?”
                                                        The giants ceased cavorting and
                                                        the ugliest of the two demanded
                                                        “Who are you?”  “Only a puny hunter,”
                                                        the least ugly observed, “come
                                                        to ask impertinent questions
                                                        of the masters of the valley.”
                “This answers not for your oppression of these folk.”
                                                        “The keepers of the groves,” roared
                                                        the ugliest of the giants, “condone
                                                        no disrespect.”  So saying, out
                                                        extended an enormous arm and a hand
                                                        the size of a bush, slapping the wandering
                              hunter right out of physical existence
                                                                 where he remained
                                                for a piece,
                              outside of time,                               wounded
                                                                         by the hand of the giant.
                Yet
                the wounded hunter
                                              revived in time.
                       Recuperating
                                           and preparing for his next encounter
                with the giants,
                                       against the wishes of the people
                                                                                       who urged
                him
                to forget
                his injury and continue on his way.
                                                                                                 He
                                                                       insisted upon freeing
                                                                    them from oppression.
               When next
                the giants returned,
                he stood ready to greet them,                                 They
                armed with a bow.                         laughed at his threats.
                                                     “Have I not swatted you, pesky
                Before                           fly,” the ugliest giant chided, “or
                either giant                               did I miss you that time.”
                could make a move,
                each had an arrow stuck                                        Both
                in their side.                          let out a howl, and flew off
                                                 with a great flapping of their wings.
                  Quickly the wounded hunter took a flying leap onto the
                                         back of the ugliest giant, where he clung
               High              through their flight.
               into                                                              mountain peaks,
               the sky they took him, out of the valley, up over the                almost
                                                                                       to the clouds;
                                                               then descending
                               to a cave
                               on the other side
                                                        of the mountain.
                The ugliest giant bucked
                                                    several times in mid-
                                            flight,
                                                    but the wounded hunter
                held the giant tightly by the hair,
                                                                at the base of the wings,
                riding him
                               all the way to their lair,
                                                                  where he beat both
                                                           of them
                                                                       in combat, forcing
                them into submission.
 
 

                                                                                     At last
                                                  they cried for mercy,
                                                                                 pleading:
                if they had been carried
                                                    away
                it was because the harvesters
                                                    spoiled them
                                                                        with pamperings and offerings
                Manipulating skillfully
                the wounded hero fashioned
                                                            a flying chariot
                                                                                  with reins and harness
                                                            to bind and control
                                             the giants.
                He
                taught them to mind the reins
                                                          or taste the whip,
                ranging through the skies
                                                     within sight of the moon,
                until he had them tamed and trained.
 

                                                          As
                                             dawn approached,
                the wounded hero                                in his flying chariot.
                                           returned to the valley.
                the harvesters all bowed before him
                                                                     obsequiously,
                praying for mercy.
                                             “You deserve less mercy than these beasts
                                             which you have transformed into monsters.
                Had you kept them securely tethered
                and carefully guarded,
                                                  they would have served
                                                                                      capably.
                But
                you gave them free rein--even
                                                              encouraged them-
                -until they nearly destroyed you.
                                                                                            For this abuse,
                                                                                      you have lost them.
                From now on, they shall draw my chariot.”
                                                    So saying,
                                                    the wounded hero took off in his chariot,
                                                    and
                as he left the valley
                both giants were transformed
                                                            into tremendous flying
                eagles which shown
                                              like the sun,
                                                                only to be glimpsed before
                                                                they were gone out of sight.
 

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