Momus, etc

Momus was the Greek god of blame and mockery.

Horme (pronounced hor-mee) in Jungian psychology, is the fundamental, vital energy and impulse

“You are a fragment torn from God” – Epictetus

“Forgive. Men are men. They needs must err.” – Euripides

“A man that is born falls into a dream like a man who falls into the sea.” – Joseph Conrad

“Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then fade away and are dead.” Homer, IX BC

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.” – Shakespeare, The Tempest


If time flies…

… does it have large, heavy wings like a Hadada Ibis, with its ancient and forlorn cry, or is it as quick, bright and colourful as a Crested Barbet? Perhaps it is as silly as a guinea fowl, or does it watch us from unseen heights like a hawk it’s prey? Does it chatter like a plover in frantic flight or coo with the soft, velvety sound of a turtledove? Time flies … but to where, and from where?