Rereading Freja Stark:
Ionia a quest
From her visit to the theater in Priene... We do belong to the same "theater Company".
In ancient time Priene was connected with Melia/Panionium (todays Guzelcamli - my nympholeptic place) by a sacred road. I still haven't walked that path, but I have visited the theater in Priene a few times. In the future we will dance there.
"...and I felt that I was interrupting - that actors and audience, like a flight of shy birds, had fled in the very instant of my stepping across their threshold with my feet still shod in Time. I felt this with a power and a strangeness not to be described; with tears on my cheeks in a sudden pang of surprise and excitement and wonder; and I lingered in the little theater as if I were a person in the legend, who is given one glimpse of a world which appears to last for seconds only, though all the expanses of time are packed there.
There was perfect quiet in the theatre. The carvings on the stone were so sharp and delicate that the hand that worked them still seemed alive.
...
What was the secret? Respect perhaps, so closely tied to love? Respect for what gives itself, and is therefore vulnerable, whether it be a human being or a piece of stone? A gratitude that inspires fastidiousness, a longing to keep intact in its own dignity the object or the being that has helped one to create and to become?
...
It is a sharing partnership, both giving and taking - a marriage in terms of human life-a tender thankfulness for a benefit received and a forgetfulness of self in the intrest of another; and it reaches through the depths of being to that which Heraclitus thought of as Fire and we think of as Love..."
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