Beyond Socrates’ Dia-Logos

1. Open-mindedness

Even this, like every journey, started without any notice or forewarning.

«Maybe we would like to get some help at birth, but the awareness of living, in that moment, is so far away that be able to breathe is more important, crying and yelling» I heard his voice, which I had never heard, whispering to me like a brotherly friend.

At 49 years old, just when I would have been, in a handful of months, in the half way through the journey of our life (even supposing that life ended at 100 years old) I found that I was in a wood of thoughts, so confused was the way to take for the knowledge of myself and for the depth human cognition. I couldn’t tell when the poet stood before me to cheer me up, but he was there in a moment without being requested...

...Then quieted a little was the fear, which in the lake-depths of my heart had lasted...

I didn’t immediately realize who I had by my side

so full of slumber was I at the moment,

but in the escape from barbarism, that it is usual nowadays, I looked back for a moment realizing what I feared, what I was leaving behind,

to look again upon the step which was never permitted anyone alive.

I, only then, had the awareness that, if I hadn’t broke step, I would have risk to die: not physical death, but the spiritual one, surely worst and, however, often prior to body’s death. I realized inside myself, at the same time, how important was life. You don’t know it until facing fear and labours are going to become bigger, ‘til you almost have the feelings it gets out of hand, that you can’t control it, but that you can get inside like a tiny little element of nature, like a canoe on the river.

Some time had now from early morn elapsed, and with those very stars, that in his escort were, the sun was rising, when Love Divine in the beginning moved those beauteous things.

It was spring when God gave the first movement to sun and stars, it was the right season to start a never done journey.

The wild beasts that I had to beat not far from where the ascent began weren’t any easier as the Leopard, the Lion and the she-Wolf, if they were transferred in today’s time. They were the fake profit, the petty cunning and the exploitation of media and laws brought to such a vile acts, that I lost the hope I had of winning to the top.

However, after the poet appeared in front of me in all his splendour, I didn’t dare ask him, for modesty, the question that my curiosity pushed forward into my soul: who was the Hound of the prophecy?

Until the Hound shall come, and bring her to a painful death, the wild beast alloweth none to pass along her way ... that never doth she sate her greedy lust, but after food is hungrier than before.

If the beast to slay was already an allegorical character interpretable as the greed (in fact it is never satisfied), who was the Hound able to defeat it? The Poet answered me thus:

«You need to consider that, being a Hound, it is a hunter and has a good sense of smell, like a dog or a greyhound in sum, than consider that it is a faithful friend of man and has an unmatched speed when he is ready for jerk. If you happen to see its action in rapid succession, you will barely glimpse its figure, but know that its work will be recognizable in the more distant future».

I objected that I would have its name so that I could recognize it, but he said to me:

«Knowing its name won’t help you, maybe you miss what it will do so important for humanity».

I confessed to him that I didn’t understand anything until then, maybe that was why I had the courage to ask him a question to which it would be impossible to answer in a few words. Yet, from there started the most beautiful journey of my life.

«You who gained wisdom with such a long journey, how do you think the wide and profound science called philosophy has begun?», I dared ask him.

«Be careful to what I’m now saying to you, because no one understood well that open-mindedness which gave life to infinite movements of thought like an explosion of billion of stars in the sky, some identifying the only possible happiness with the vision of God, others conceiving reason with the help of divine light as the only means to reach God, others still entrusting on reason the duty to lead man to happiness, the latter considering the death as the end of soul.

Yet if philosophy is an expression of one thing, can’t forget its origin from something that goes beyond death, indeed it could be said that it is born from the breath of life, as the sweet sound of the Greek letter phi repeated twice suggests, as a kind of whistle that gives the A (or the F) to the music, like the classical proportion with which Phidias gave harmony to his works, following the golden ratio.

When man began to replace natural elements with physical realities, that tried to overcome on each other, in the representation of the world, the concept of origin and continuation of life (physis in Greek, natura in Latin) broke into the human mind in all its splendour, giving life to the thousand whys of philosophy. Physis is the origin, the progress, the fulfilment of life, is the vital soul of man and universe. When you pronounce it, you can clearly feel the sound of the universe.

It may seem strange that man, considering the physical component of his being, has ended up falling in love with his own thought, but there it is, man is circular.

Embark you now, take the sea to the Ionian coast of Mileto and from there you can continue to Athens, the cradle of democracy and the arts, in the period when Pericles and his circle did culture flourish in the Aegean Sea.»

For never yet have I sailed by ship over the wide sea,

but only to Euboea from Aulis where the Achaeans

once stayed through much storm when they had gathered a great host from divine Hellas for Troy, the land of fair women.

Then I crossed over to Chalcis, to the games of wise Amphidamas

where the sons of the great-hearted hero

proclaimed and appointed prizes. And there I boast

that I gained the victory with a song and carried off an handled tripod

which I dedicated to the Muses of Helicon, in the place where

they first set me in the way of clear song.

Such is all my experience of many-pegged ships...

(Hesiod, Works and Days, 650-660)

2. The flow of the mind

Sailing had been heavy and constant, even at night, when the stars seemed to drive the ship, driven by gusts of winds, which from time to time made it go ahead with some headway. The waves followed one another at such regular rhythm to induce their eyes to close, as if this natural music enchanted them. The first lights of dawn were appearing.

Suddenly the wind changed direction and intensity in a twinkling, the ship began to oscillate heavily forward, pitching like a big water bird. The ship’s master, seeing land on the horizon, didn’t think it twice and decided to aim at the island that he saw in the distance. The protests of the old Alcibiades, quivering to return to his Athens, were worthless. Ten years earlier, he had to leave it for a political exile: he was looking forward to come back. He went along with two women of intriguing beauty, he kept explaining to them all they could have done in his city, all the places that he would like to show them, as if those years hadn’t elapsed.

The master’s decision was firm: «we’ll let pass the storm before we resume sailing to Athens». The two girls seemed to comprehend the art of mariners and understand what the master was doing. The old Alcibiades, instead, regretted the master’s lack of courage in facing an upcoming storm. At the time, he had faced far more serious political storms than that simple whirl of wind. Everything went worse: as soon as it was possible, the anchor had been cast and the master arranged to evacuate the ship, fitting out the boats. The two women gave immediately order to their slaves to fit out a boat after requesting permission from the ship’s master. Once on the ground, Alcibiades continued to speak with the master under an improvised roof at the quayside, where the sailors had tied the boats together.

We were landed in the island of Delos, where until four years earlier the treasury of the confederation between Athens and the allied islands was located, at least until Pericles had brought it to Athens.

Of the two girls, one was standing next to Alcibiades ready to satisfy all his wishes, even those that might have seemed unattainable. The other one had fun to feel the wind coming into her clothes and the rain wetting her hair, unconcerned to get sick. I didn’t know her name, but talking to her was as sweet as fall in love with her. In an improvised dance move the veil had fallen, in which gathered her hair, that in a moment were released as skittish horses. I pleased to my curiosity, by giving her the veil back:

«Are you travelling to Athens?»

«Yes, my sister’s husband comes back to Athens after a 10-year exile. He’s so anxious to see his city again, that he’s really excited».

«What will you do in Athens?»

«It is the city where I have always dreamed of living, for its richness and for its politics, where art and architecture meet with poetry and philosophy, where love for the sea blends with the curiosity and knowledge. What could I have more? I’m 20, I want to live in the centre of the world and Athens is the centre of the world».

«Where do you come from? Usually the girls who can boast a beauty like yours think about how to marry instead of seeking the centre of the world».

«Not for me, stranger. My family is of ancient Pelasgic origin, the sea’s sailors. They are called Etruscan in the Tyrrhenian, Ionians in the Aegean. You’ll find the Ionian Sea wherever the Tyrrhenian seems to be interrupted and reappear as Aegean».

«I’m from the Ionian Sea too, I’m from the Beautiful City, Kali-polis, but my name seems to be originating of the island of Crete».

«What is your name?»

«Ghìgnos Kairòn, there is in my name the imperative of ghígnomai...recognize!»

«...And where are you headed?»

«In search of truth».

«It isn’t easy your research, I have to admit. Even Mileto, my hometown, seems to be originating of the island of Crete. Legend has it that Miletus, its founder, was born there by the god Apollo, but once he grew up, was exiled by King Minos (just like my brother-in-law Alcibiades), only that Miletus didn’t return on his island home again: first, he had arrived on Samos’ island, then founded the city that was named after him».

«The story you told me resembles that of Ion. It is said that he too was born by god Apollo, but then was accepted by his father Xuthus, who became the progenitor of the Ionians».

«You have read the Catalogue of Women of Hesiod. Perhaps you know from Euripides how much, for Ion, it wasn’t so important to know who his father was, all he cared about was if his mother, Creusa, was Athenian, because only then he would have been able to speak publicly in Athens. Anyway, Ionic Greek is the travellers’ dialect. In the period when the heroes of the mythical Troy War had returned to their islands and to their cities, it spread along the coasts of Asia Minor. Not always the heroes who had come home were welcome, they didn’t always acted like heroes on their return journey, in 10 years they had gotten used to acting as pirates and to realize that they had to provide for themselves without expecting great favours from gods».

She spoke stroking her neck in a sensual manner, she seemed to lose herself in her thoughts, let speak and then hit target.

I let myself go thinking about a dialogue with a friend some time before:

«Actually, gods were picking on them because they had taken Troy without their permission, thanks to Ulysses’ guile. Did men now have the luxury of deciding their actions without waiting for the result of the sacrifices to offer to them? If the gods described by Hesiod and Homer have the worst defects of men, enough to deceive each other, steal and commit adultery, maybe they aren’t able to impart a true knowledge to men. Yet, despite being vindictive, they are the depositaries of an order in the world. My friend Herodotus has an idea of ​​the origin of the word “gods”: they are so called (theoi) because they establish (thentes) an order, give some rules that men must take as reference of their actions».

«The reference you talk about is important, otherwise each of us risks getting lost in transit or in the sea or even in the sea of ​​feelings. In our city, we have at long last begun to draw geographic maps to which refer to during navigation. Both Hecataeus and Anaximander have located all known people and territories on a map. The ship’s master uses their maps: he’s from Mileto, I know him well. Our people make reference to the myth of Theseus, he’s like a god for us, so much that his name comes from the same word (Thes-) as the gods are called. Do you know his story?»

«I know it only in part; he’s the hero who defeated the Minotaur in the labyrinth of Knossos, succeeding then in getting out of the labyrinth thanks to the thread of Ariadne and return to Athens becoming king of that city and ruler of the Aegean Sea».

«So you don’t know that he was born and raised on the Island of Samos, he’s officially Ionian, though he was the son of an ancient king of Athens, named Aegean, who had buried a sandal and his sword under a huge rock, before returning to Athens. Once he became a strong and brave boy, Theseus moved the rock and recovered his father's sword, demonstrating that he was the son of Aegean. He had to follow a dangerous path, in order to reach Athens, in the world of the dead, where some subterranean deities, in the guise of thieves and bandits, unsuccessfully tried to kill him. Arrived in Athens and recognized by his father Aegean, he faced a monstrous bull in the Marathon's plain, succeeding in defeating it. He then convinced his father to get sent among the young men to sacrifice on the island of Crete, in order to kill the Minotaur».

«Now I realize that I knew only a small part of his story: I can say now that I know everything about this hero».

«You don’t know anything yet: during the Battle of Marathon, Theseus’ ghost appeared, as a warrior of prodigious stature, to the Greek soldiers led by Miltiades. The Greeks were fighting against the Persians and incited by him turned more ardently against the enemy, thus gaining the victory. This was the battle that revenged for us because the Persians had destroyed Mileto some years earlier».

Her deep eyes seemed to take flight to heaven in saying these words. Then I remembered some of the things I had heard about Theseus’ ship, impossible to understand rationally, but now those ones meant plenty while I saw the emotion in her eyes.

«That battle allowed Athens to control Aegean Sea’s poleis - I said to her - Theseus isn’t just an Ionian hero, but a hero for the whole Hellas. I knew a curious detail on his ship: however his ship had done a lot of travel, it was always the same. Although the various parts were changed from time to time, the ship never lost its identity, inviolable in cutting through the waves».

«The whole thing works better than the set of individual elements; Theseus was the first to think that the union of individual cities could give rise to a much greater economic and political power than the simple local domain. Athens put into effect this policy along with the Ionian cities from which I come. According to my brother-in-law Alcibiades at this time, the biggest supporter of this policy is Pericles: I hope to know this so brave man who is pursuing Theseus’ original goal».

«Your knowledge doesn’t look like those of a woman so young. Can I ask who your preceptor was?»

«My family boast of descending from Neleus and therefore to have originated from the god Poseidon, as well as the legend would like of Theseus. I can’t ignore such an important hero. He became something like a god for my people. If you want to know, however, from whom I have received the teachings that have brought me to philosophy, you must know the tradition of Ionian philosophers. Thales, Anaximander and Anaximenes were the first to seek a principle of reality as the principle of all living beings. Do you know the philosopher Anaxagoras, friend of Pericles, he also Ionian?»

«I know Xenophanes of Colophon, an Ionian poet and philosopher who lived in Zancle and Elea. According to him, men are able to garner the best with time; he was sceptical that gods could have revealed everything to the mortals. As you see, I also know something about Ionian philosophers, although I know more about those who have approached my peninsula, closer to the heart of Hellas».

She smiled perhaps hurt in the pride of her proud Ionian origin.

«They call us barbarians because we have been under the control of governors not refined by the fervour of Hellas’ art, politics and knowledge, but we were the only ones to have the courage to say “No” to Persians, the only ones to create a merchant network to make other peoples jealous, the only ones to allow men’s natural love for free women».

She had stopped to make the dance moves, walked determined along lines that formed regular squares. The tiger inside her had found free vent. I dared say to her:

«Democracy, in Athens, indulges in the love between old politicians and young chap who are approaching political and social life. You will not have there an easy life if you only will venture to propose such arguments».

«You are wrong if you think I want to mess up Athens’ society as well as you described it, but you underestimate what is new there, where the good use of the word will enable the realization of the true and the beautiful».

«... and you think you are the priestess who knows the true and the beautiful?»

«Stranger, if useful, I will be the one to advocate love as the ideal instrument for soul’s elevation while respecting the gods. Only by scaling the peaks of love man can think of achieving his perfection, but in doing so he needs to be reciprocated in the realization of his pleasure and aspirations».

«Tell me then how will I recognize you in Athens, since our paths will diverge: you may be in Pericles’ circle, while I’ll be looking for a truth, but I don’t know if I could recognize you».

«You will then recognize me as you said. As a priestess, expert in divination art and respectful of the will of gods, I will be available to those who will wonder the properties of Eros to achieve the perfection of the soul. I will be Diotima of Mantinea or Aspasia of Mileto or even Pericles' concubine if he will love me, but I will always be a woman coming from barbaric Ionia. My only enjoy will perhaps be to let Theseus’ heirs this gift: the thread that one day Ariadne gave him to get out of the labyrinth wasn’t just a thread, it was much more».

So she greeted me as we resumed the journey from Delos to Athens, without giving me the opportunity to exchange other words with her, while the veil I had given her back, in the constant attempt to keep her hair united, was fighting hard against the worst of Etesian winds.

«Bard! thou who art my guide,

Consider well, if virtue be in me Sufficient,

ere to this high enterprise thou trust me.

(Dante Alighieri, Inferno, II vv. 11-14)

«Thy soul is by vile fear assail’d,

which oft So overcasts a man,

that he recoils From noblest resolution,

like a beast At some false semblance in the twilight gloom»

(Dante Alighieri, Inferno, II vv.46-49)