“The primeval man was round, his back and sides forming a circle; and he had four hands and four feet, one head with two faces, looking opposite ways, set on a round neck and precisely alike; also four ears, two privy members, and the remainder to correspond. He could walk upright as men now do, backwards or forwards as he pleased…… The sexes were three, and such as I have described them; because the sun, moon, and earth are three; and the man was originally the child of the sun, the woman of the earth, and the man-woman of the moon, which is made up of sun and earth, and they were all round and moved round and round like their parents. Terrible was their might and strength, and the thoughts of their hearts were great, and they made an attack upon the gods…… He [Zeus] spoke (of men’s attack upon the gods) and cut men in two, like a sorb-apple which is halved for pickling, or as you might divide an egg with a hair; and as he cut them one after another, he bade Apollo give the face and the half of the neck a turn in order that the man might contemplate the section of himself: he would thus learn a lesson of humility…… After the division the two parts of man, each desiring his other half, came together, and throwing their arms about one another, entwined in mutual embraces, longing to grow into one, they were on the point of dying from hunger and self-neglect, because they did not like to do anything apart; and when one of the halves died and the other survived, the survivor sought another mate, man or woman as we call them…… So ancient is the desire of one another which is implanted in us, reuniting our original nature, making one of two, and healing the state of man.”
– Aristophanes’ discourse. Symposium. Pupils of Plato
This discourse is about the origin of love that was written in Symposium long ago, and such theme has become an inspiration for some arts and musicals to present the idea of solitude and love that are in search by human being, and thus surely also by myself. I read again this text today, because the sun gave me a birth this morning and I woke up with sunlight coming through the window glass. Surely, I wasn’t the only one. There were all other children of the sun waking up this day. This repetitive moment enlightens me why some people in this barrier greet saying ‘good morning, sunshine’.
As I was waking up, stretching muscles towards the sun, I noticed that there were three octopuses opening up their legs. There were attached to the wall, next to the water source, also stretching their legs towards the ceiling. I could see their mouths and teeth, as if they were trying to talk me out their truth of birth and where they were heading. The beauty of those octopuses chocked me, for they gave me a sensation that I, too, was inside the water as they were stretching out in their own water environment. I let my mouth opened as they did. Water scooped in as in form of tongue, and I didn’t swallow her nor spit out. I let her stayed inside my mouth with my own tongue. Her winey taste enriched every second in my mouth.
There also were three cats on the floor. I could hear them purr, and could see the dust floating in the air as the purring vibration leaped those dusts up. Those cats were playing and demanding care. But they didn’t care much of the care coming from me but from the gods they worshiped. Cambodian and Mexican gods were dancing on the mattress of white sheet. Surely my eyes were fixed on those gods and their dancing, on their skin colours and their mercilessness of having cut us in half. Still they are the ones who stitched the wound and sewed up belly button sealing the half cut body. They embedded to the human skin. They now live and are worshiped in the very skin they couldn’t endure to let it be. It was my glory that those gods reside in a sad-lonely-two-legs creature they tried to spare.
I don’t remember much what were our names: who was that guy and with whom he was lying down on the scale. In Symposium it was described as a modest party between the old and the young. In the embrace the wisdom passed down, but I don’t know it was the love they desired to define. Was it Eros? Commonly practiced, we should let those experiences expand and exchange. Lips to lips, tongue to tongue and skin to skin for in and out.
Today was a sunny day, just as every other day. We, children of the sun, rebirth every morning again and again with the bless that shines down to earth. The sun always rises, even though those cloudy days we lose our capacity to perceive its existence. Am I Agathon leaning his head to Socrates’ chest? Am I asking the same question to him; “Do you believe that my head is so full of the theatre as not to know how much more formidable to a man of sense a few good judges are than many fools?”, as the theatre is the result of cloudy days. Socrates replied nay, as my head cleared up too.
Youth and Love live and move together. Love flees from the age. But we never know in which age Love resides.
I bowed to the Colombian gods who were dancing before the intriguing orange sun, and left the floor of temple.
That sunny day, the wind was still cutting cold my exposed ears.