At the base of the great statue of Zeus at Olympia, Phidias arranged a gathering of the Greek deities. The gathering of gods was segregated into pairs, which in turn were arranged between Helios, the sun, and Selene, the moon. In the center, Aphrodite and Eros preside over marriages. The couples are related to each other by the ties established in pre-Homeric tradition. Zeus-Hera, Poseidon-Amphitrite, and Hephaestus-Charis are husband and wife. Helios and Selene are siblings, like Apollo and Artemis; Aphrodite and Eros are mother and son. And Athena is the protector of Hercules. One pair remains adrift, with no known ties in tradition. They are Hermes and Hestia. They are neither spouses nor relatives, and their relationship is unknown due to the myths that allow them to be united to form the frieze.
Hermes dwells in the gates, in the walls. Hades’ helmet has made you invisible even to the gaze of the gods. And while Remus writhes in his grave with envy, your silence has now fallen silent. For you are the privileged one, in whose sandals lies the power of the leap. Hermes, messenger, clever thief, no one sees your sorrow that has cost others their lives. For you do not like the door, for that is not your way out. You go in and out without warning, without being seen or expected. In your sandals, the magic that makes distances disappear. Distances that are world, behind the wall and the boundary. Distance, or outside the room, of being, of being. It is Hermes who manages to enter the Oikos, the confines of Hestia.
Invisible Hermes, traveling through the pneuma like electromagnetic particles, your winged sandals vanish distances at the speed of light. You have stolen from Hestia’s own bosom what she jealously guarded. She has lost her feet, she no longer stands on the world. Hermes is his own image; your ability to not be, to be in two places at once, is your magic. In it lies ubiquity, a power only the gods possessed; in your image he finds rebirth. Hermes, clever thief, you have stolen more than I can possibly know.
To think about mythology in Greece is to refer back to the origin of Western civilization. Their entire mytho-poetic thought is foundational to modern Western civilization. It’s impossible to derive. But in this thought, there was a relationship with the gods. What’s more, they lived on Olympus, so to speak, Montserrat. They descended and had relationships with human beings. The Greek gods were co-inhabitants of their cities, and it wasn’t until the expulsion of the poets that a Platonic republic was established, which would relocate the gods.
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