My alone feels so good. I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.
Marble relief of Dionysos accompanied by a panther
2nd Century A.D.
Photographed by Roloff Beny
The world man knows, the world in which he has settled himself so securely and smugly—that world is no more. The turbulence which accompanied the arrival of Dionysos has swept it away. Everything has been transformed. But it has not been transformed into a charming fairy story or into an ingenuous child’s paradise. The primeval world has stepped into the foreground, the depths of reality have been opened, the elemental forms of everything that is creative, everything that is destructive, have arisen, bringing with them infinite rapture and infinite terror. The innocent picture of a well-ordered routine world has been shattered by their coming, and they bring with them no illusions or fantasies, but truth.
~Walter F. Otto, “Dionysos: Myth and Cult,” 1933.
Archaeological Museum of Delphi:
White-ground kylix, found in a tomb at Delphi. Work of an anonymous athenian vase-painter. On white ground, Apollo is depicted crowned with a wreath of myrtle leaves sitting on a stool with legs in the form of lion paws. He is dressed in a white peplos and he is draped within a red himation. With his left hand he is plucking the the chords of his lyre, while with his right hand he is offering a wine libation from a navel-phiale. The black bird accompanying him is probably a crow, a reference to his mythical love for Aigle-Koroni, the daughter of king Phlegyas. (480-470 B.C)