Thursday, April 5, 2007
Redemption
After wonderful blue sunny days followed by wet cold evenings sitting on my friend Claire's porch followed by flurries in town as well as in the mountains-a delightful time at that, Ive come to the conclusion of Ovid's Metamorphoses. Some of my friends called me bold, others thought me crazy. Upon finishing the book I too have come to the conclusion that Zues is a man not to reckon with. He is a ravaging impulsive god that doesnt seem to care about the fate of his victims, young virgins. These girls as we all know, upon being raped are then changed into an animal or a type of plant. That's no way for a helpless young lady to spend the rest of her years, if not eternity on earth. And so many say that Zues's wife is a horrible woman. I would be angry too if I were her. I wouldn't stand for my husband to be out late all the time. But then again, things were different back then I suppose. The imagery in this book was amazing. I'm not sure if the translation had something to do with my infatuation with the book. There were so many names in the book that it is impossible for me to remember most of them. I plan on reading this book again and again.
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Just as you come to the end of this art, you are offered redemption. Understanding, self-interpretation, a journey into the seemingless soul of a god that possible only exists in our minds. What if the message was more important than the victim? Radical followers of the Quaran kill with the mentality that all will be just in the end, and that their god will bequeath upon them gifts to show that he cares. I think I may be straying from topic. In small town America people fear their god, but still believe in redemption. The point is that it is all interpretable. Inevitably there is no one right outcome. At the end of Metamorphoses we are given a choice. We can try to develop are own thoughts, see how life imitates Ovid's tales, try to understand why time and time again. Or, we can simply close the covers and get what little money the bookstore offers us back. But in doing this, arent we just enacting a redemptive value of this art? You can read it a million times, or you can trade it for money. Either way, this book will always be valuable, and that is that just one miniscule part of the redemptive value of this work.
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