Reading 'The Nature of Gods' By Cicero and thinking of the blessing of Hercules where he recounts the different Hercules'
" From this ancient Jupiter, then, and Lysithoe is sprung the Hercules who, we are told. Struggled with Apollo to size the tripod. There is a second Hercules who is said to be Egyptian. The son of the Nile; they say that he composed the Phrygian writings. A third Hercules hails from the digiti of Mt. Ida, to whom the folk to Cos sacrifice. There is a fourth who is the son of Jupiter and Asteria, the sister of Latona; he is worshipped especially by the people of Tyre, and people say that Carthage is his daughter. There is a fifth in India, whi bears the name Belus; a sixth is the one we know, whom Alameda bore by Jupiter-"
Now imagine if Mamaragon chose a different Hercules than the one we know most. How cool would it be to see the man of Egypt or India contributing to the mix.
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the Lord of the Valley and his court are ready to usher in a Happy New Year 🎊✨
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Go hiking. Fake your death. Become one with the forest. Elevate to forest god. The simple things.
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okay. listen. if you ever find yourself falling into a new ideological circle, pay attention. if you notice that you’re among people who define themselves as part of an “in-group” with a pre-prepared human “enemy” to constantly rail against—if everyone fantasizes about the mental state of these loathsome monsters, if they participate in witch hunts or (perhaps worse) poke bears and court harassment on purpose to comfort each other over—get the fuck out. you haven’t been enlightened to some grand conspiracy, there are no evil “enemies” or “degenerates” trying to rip apart the fabric of society, and you do not have the moral duty to “enlighten” anyone to whatever you think the “truth” is. it’s neither safe nor normal to spend hours of your day fighting with strangers on the internet
a lot of people wear this shit like a badge of honor, but it’s also not normal to hide your “in-group” status as a form of martyrdom, relishing when the “enemy” slips up around you. it’s comforting in the moment, but in the long run, you’re alienating yourself from the world outside of your bubble. the more you alienate yourself, the more vulnerable and lonely you become, and the harder it is to reject the comfort of belonging to the “in-group”
i’m writing this from the perspective of someone who grew up in a cesspool of awful, cult-like rural churches—which is its own situation—but i see similar shit happening in online communities all the time, both within and 800 miles outside of my own ideological principles. yes, every toxicass radfem i block seems to be trapped in a version of this vicious cycle, but i also see it happening in random queer circles and niche fandom communities. no one is immune, not even me. i’ve watched people fall into this shit and never make it out. be careful
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Is there any frog species you have a grudge against?
Meet Gephyromantis (Phylacomantis) pseudoasper
Peak calling activity? Between 3 and 4 am 😡
Its preferred perch? The canvas of my tent 🙃
The decibels of its call? Jet-engine levels 🫨
The sound? Fuckin' Star Wars lasers.
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there wont be a beach episode but there will be a creek episode anyways strawberries !
(this is like the 4th time ive made a nod to the fact Carma just folds as soon as Sīdus is anywhere near his shoulders(( but yea hes getting better at displaying affections
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Needless to say i am enjoying the ever loving FUCK out of The Fall of the House of Usher. I went from having a normal day to running around like a rabid dog and shaking my head as i tear apart my favorite chew toy
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One of the recurring philosophical questions is:
"Does a falling tree in the forest make a sound when there is no one to hear?"
Which says something about the nature of philosophers, because there is always someone in a forest. It may only be a badger, wondering what that cracking noise was, or a squirrel a bit puzzled by all the scenery going upwards, but someone. At the very least, if it was deep enough in the forest, millions of small gods would have heard it.
Things just happen, one after another. They don't care who knows. But history...ah, history is different. History has to be observed. Otherwise it's not history. It's just...well, things happening one after another.
Terry Pratchett, Small Gods
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