I too suffer from Epistemic curiosity. At least that would be what my better half would say. I once took her asking me if I could make butter milk biscuits after having had some a a new brunch place as a challenge, I was like challenge accepted. I went on a biscuit making rampage no one will eat biscuits anywhere now. I did the Same with croissants, a vanilla bean butter /sugar cookie , Pizza, Mountian biking and fly tying, the two latter still driving for perfection. But in cooking is were my Brain goes totally ocd. Or I loose my mind in frustration. So I feel you in regards to epistemic curiosity.
In regards to Homers Odyssey, my take away is it a story. In poem form while it does give us a sorry about home, Coming, cunning intelligence, loyalty, hospitality, identity, and the relationship between humans and the gods. And while it has influenced countless works of literature, art, and popular culture. It’s just that a story about man facing his dealings and the gods. And for me is just a good story rooted in myth, legend, oral tradition imaginative story telling. Don’t get me wrong I’m here for it.
And on a cooking note - maybe since we seem to hum at a similar frequency - I can give you a little flow in the kitchen to counter balance the deep dives. I have learned to love both states equally.
To me, The Odyssey felt like a warning we’ve often missed. It felt like an explanation for why the fabric of human dignity keeps unraveling, a mirror to see our part in global suffering, and an invitation to collective self awareness.
I saw myself in every character. I was a woman grieving lost love, a grown child desperate for answers, an individual greedily seeking my own best outcome, a faithful follower losing hope for missing heroes, a wounded monster calling out for my father, a desperate witch trying to make people pay for what I think they’ve done, a healer holding on to the threads of codependency, and a humble human sorry for the ways I’ve contributed to the endless cycles of pain.
The Odyssey is just a story, if stories are vehicles for our insight and evolution.
Exactly one of my emotions as I could hear my high school teacher echoing the same sentiments to us a room full of 13 and 14 year old girls. MEN DON'T CHANGE. Its incredible the memories this week has brought up for that class for me, and the deppened sorrow that comes with understanding him even more now.
Thank you for this! Poetry, metaphors and cooking forever!!!!
amen to that
I too suffer from Epistemic curiosity. At least that would be what my better half would say. I once took her asking me if I could make butter milk biscuits after having had some a a new brunch place as a challenge, I was like challenge accepted. I went on a biscuit making rampage no one will eat biscuits anywhere now. I did the Same with croissants, a vanilla bean butter /sugar cookie , Pizza, Mountian biking and fly tying, the two latter still driving for perfection. But in cooking is were my Brain goes totally ocd. Or I loose my mind in frustration. So I feel you in regards to epistemic curiosity.
In regards to Homers Odyssey, my take away is it a story. In poem form while it does give us a sorry about home, Coming, cunning intelligence, loyalty, hospitality, identity, and the relationship between humans and the gods. And while it has influenced countless works of literature, art, and popular culture. It’s just that a story about man facing his dealings and the gods. And for me is just a good story rooted in myth, legend, oral tradition imaginative story telling. Don’t get me wrong I’m here for it.
And on a cooking note - maybe since we seem to hum at a similar frequency - I can give you a little flow in the kitchen to counter balance the deep dives. I have learned to love both states equally.
That would be awesome
I love that - it’s timeless - it still stings - we haven’t changed all that much
To me, The Odyssey felt like a warning we’ve often missed. It felt like an explanation for why the fabric of human dignity keeps unraveling, a mirror to see our part in global suffering, and an invitation to collective self awareness.
I saw myself in every character. I was a woman grieving lost love, a grown child desperate for answers, an individual greedily seeking my own best outcome, a faithful follower losing hope for missing heroes, a wounded monster calling out for my father, a desperate witch trying to make people pay for what I think they’ve done, a healer holding on to the threads of codependency, and a humble human sorry for the ways I’ve contributed to the endless cycles of pain.
The Odyssey is just a story, if stories are vehicles for our insight and evolution.
Exactly one of my emotions as I could hear my high school teacher echoing the same sentiments to us a room full of 13 and 14 year old girls. MEN DON'T CHANGE. Its incredible the memories this week has brought up for that class for me, and the deppened sorrow that comes with understanding him even more now.