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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 12:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 12:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 12:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 12:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 2:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 2:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 2:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 2:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 2:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 3:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 6:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:21 pm
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Zelroth7 Ok, thanks for the information. The reference to the myth was symbolic, I ment to reference it as 366 days to "brew" knowledge. Here's a translation of the story: http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/mab/mab32.htm
If you're going to take the myth as symbolic, you need to take all of it, not just the bits you like. Yes, it was 366 days to brew knowledge, but it a horrible poison was brewed at the same time - a cauldron full - for three drops of knowledge. Are you willing to carry that cost? Also, the price of gaining the knowledge was being driven for days until you are swallowed and reborn entirely new. Are you willing to die and lose almost all of yourself but those three drops of knowledge?
Yes, it is all knowledge, but the cost is higher than I think anyone would willingly pay. Part of the point of the whole thing was Gwion Bach had no idea what was going to happen; he was told to stir for 366 days. He did so, and so happened to be there instead of the boy who was supposed to get the knowledge. One way of realizing the symbolism of that myth is that gaining knowledge is working hard at something when you don't understand why and so being in the right place at the right time.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:54 pm
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Deoridhe Yes, it is all knowledge, but the cost is higher than I think anyone would willingly pay.
The Jewel in the Well Below below- Far down so low, There be the sparkling eye-
Behold the shimmer, In the Well of Mimir, Remembering life 'fore his cry-
He paid the price, The draugh chilled him as ice, At the fate of his beloved son,
Better weight can't be carried, On the cross roads one tarries, For the Ol' Man will make you undone.
The pains of that cost Go beyond the eye's loss, The Burden of a different sight-
So he wanders the Tree, With Galder melody, To make way for the coming fight-
~Hanna S. Winaras
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 8:18 pm
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