Wisdom always cries in the streets and yields to the meek and contrite in spirit, but her lecherous and wicked sister takes her holy garments, makes mockeries of them, and then proceeds to prostitute herself to the vain, the insufferably unjust, and every other miscreant found within society and gives her subjects vast opinions always quelled and distilled in her own hatred of her own sister. It is in the throes of this very conflict that modern society finds itself, as those who would wed wisdom are persecuted in the streets of all nations as if they are the scum of the earth for having desired or even believed that such a woman exists in this world.
This Helen of Troy is the woman whom Faust found himself most fervently drawn to in his travels with the uncanny Mephistopheles, and in having discovered her, his unrelenting sagacity and undaunted need drove him to utter the following when conversing with the noble Chiron:
Faust
But surely you’d confess today: You saw the greatest, of your age, 7360
Among the noblest deeds, you trod, And lived life as a demi-god.
Among those great heroic forms, Who was the finest of them all?
Chiron
Among the Argonauts, in my day, 7365
Each was worthy, in his own way.
And with the powers he inhaled,
Knew enough when others failed.
Castor and Pollux always conquered,
When youth and beauty were honoured. 7370
In determination, and swift help to others,
First was Calais, and Zetes his brother,
Thoughtful, clever, strong, well-advised,
Jason conquered, woman-folk’s delight.
Then Orpheus: gentle, always brooding, 7375
Sounding the lyre, quite over-powering.
Sharp-eyed Lynceus, by night and day,
Steering the sacred ship past reef and bay…
Let such dangers always be faced as brothers:
If one achieves he’s praised by all the others. 7380
Faust
Of Hercules, you say nothing? Chiron Oh! Don’t rouse my yearning….
Never noting how Phoebus Ares, or Hermes, were defined,
With my own eyes I saw before us 7385
What all men praise as divine.
He was born a king, no other,
A splendid youth to gaze upon:
Yielding to his elder brother, And the loveliest of women. 7390
Gaea’s never known a second, Nor Hebe led such on to heaven’s zone:
In vain for him they sing the songs, In vain for him they carve the stone.
Faust
The sculptors never caught his form, 7395
However many images they made.
You’ve spoken of the loveliest man,
Now speak about the loveliest maid!
Chiron
What!…I won’t talk of woman’s beauty,
It’s so often a frozen mask to me: 7400
I can only praise that nature, truly,
Flowing freely, and cheerfully.
Beauty’s delighted with itself:
Grace makes it irresistible, Like Helen, whom I carried. 7405
Faust
You carried her?
Chiron
Yes on this very back.
Faust
Was I not sufficiently aroused?
Such a seat, now, will bring me luck!
Chiron
She gripped me by the mane, so, As you are doing.
Faust
I’m vanquished, oh, 7410
Completely! Tell me, why here?
She is my one and only desire!
Carried her from where, to where?
Chiron
That’s easy to tell, since you enquire.
At that time, the Dioscuri, Castor and Pollux, 7415
Freed their sister, Helen, from a nest of robbers.
The robbers then, not used to being conquered,
Regained their courage, and chased them onward.
The sister and brothers’ hasty course was halted
By all the swamps that lie below Eleusis: 7420
The brothers waded: I swam over, swiftly:
Then she sprang off, and, stroking gently My wet mane, caressed me, thanked me,
Confident, sweetly clever were her ways. She was so charming! Youth, delighting Age! 7425
Faust
Only ten years old!…
Chiron
The philologists deceive you, I see, while deceiving themselves too.
It’s strange that with a mythological woman, Poets use her, at will,
to draw our attention, She can never age, is never old, 7430
Cast in the same enticing mould, Seduced when young, in age delights:
Enough, no age restricts a poet’s flights.
Faust
Then let her be as if no age has bound her!
As Achilles on Pherae once found her, 7435
Beyond all ages. What rare luck: In spite of every fate, to win her love!
And shall I, by the strength of my yearning, Not draw that unique form towards me, living,
That eternal being, equal to the divine, 7440
Great yet tender: kind as she’s sublime.
You saw her once: today I too have seen her,
Lovely in her attraction: as lovely as desired.
Now my soul and being is strongly tied: If I can’t win her, I shan’t survive.
This is the same woman who is spoken of in the 31st Proverb:
The words of king Lemuel, the prophecy that his mother taught him.
What, my son? and what, the son of my womb? and what, the son of my vows?
Give not thy strength unto women, nor thy ways to that which destroyeth kings.
It is not for kings, O Lemuel, it is not for kings to drink wine; nor for princes strong drink:
Lest they drink, and forget the law, and pervert the judgment of any of the afflicted.
Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts.
Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.
Open thy mouth for the dumb in the cause of all such as are appointed to destruction.
Open thy mouth, judge righteously, and plead the cause of the poor and needy.
Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.
She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.
She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.
She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.
She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.
She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.
Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.
Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.
Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
In what I have seen of this world, and what I have read of the ancients, I know that many
in our day have chosen to cast themselves into the oblivion of a nihilistic contempt for all that is,
but in what sparks of the fire that has been lit in my own breast have shown, I find myself of the
belief that there is yet still a golden era of unrelenting and ennobling life that yet shines forth unto
those who would desire such days. Much is yet to transpire in our day and age, and the contempt
of the wicked for the joy of the righteous shall not be suffered by my own hand as long as I am graced
with the strength and courage to contend with such deference, and to the one who is found to be
described in this otherworldly poem, I intend as one who savors the sun to find whom this describes:
The Moth to the Sun
I longed for thee when first I crawled to consciousness.
My dreams were all of thee when in the chrysalis I lay.
Oft myriads of my kind beat out their lives
Against some feeble spark once caught from thee.
And one hour more—and my poor life is gone;
Yet my last effort, as my first desire, shall be
But to approach thy glory: then, having gained
One raptured glance, I’ll die content,
For I, the source of beauty, warmth and life
Have in his perfect splendor once beheld!
What man smitten with the love of such a one wouldn't go to the ends of the earth for her?
It necessarily follows, that any person, group, or nation that would set themselves against
that man and his aim and who would threaten, debase, defame, insult, or even deign to murder
this woman to drive a dagger deep into his heart would not only be found to be guilty of the most
heinous crime imaginable, but would justly and without question be a nation that the Gods all hold
in contempt, for such a wicked crew worships at the altar of death and of oblivion and would
be justly held to the flame of their own insufferable and vengeful spirit if the fates were to be just,
and if they would not be just and such a crew would somehow turn even the very fates against such
a man then great reason would arise to concieve of such a man as being a man born out of time or a man
born to walk in the path of Hercules himself in slaying this monstrous Hydra and bringing its uncanny
form into the light for all to see.
The fate of men and of mankind hangs in this balance, and the rings of power that men have always sworn
by will never amount to that which is conceived in the forge of the heart of a man to whom Helen belongs.
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