Prologue
"In this place I am minded to build a glorious temple to be an oracle for men, and here they will always bring perfect hecatombs, both they who dwell in rich Peloponnesus and the men of Europe and from all the wave-washed isles, coming to question me. And I will deliver to them all counsel that cannot fail"
- Homeric Hymn to Apollo
The centre of the world
Masses flock for guidance, for wisdom, for knowledge of the future.
The seer, the fortune teller, they call her. Her world is not linear, rather circular; she sees time pass in but a blink of an eye.
You have the sight now. You are looking at the world without time.
She sees the world in dreams and visions, of events yet to transpire, of destinies yet to be made. The Oracle.
Laurel wreaths line the temple, gift from the worshippers adorn the pathways. Immense treasures, gold and jewels adorn the caverns. But the Oracle cares not for material things.
Here, take a cookie
She speaks ambiguously, seemingly without meaning. She cannot simply tell you the truth. Truth is something the individual must discover, with but a little guidance.
She would say she knows enough
They come to the Oracle looking for answers. They find only questions.
We can never see past the choices we do not understand
You cannot alter destiny. It is made. Hear the tale of Oedipus, son of Laius. His prophesy; that he would be murdered at the hands of his own child.
Action, reaction.
Told the future, Laius does his best to overcome it, attempts to kill his own son. Saved by chance, the child grows up unaware, until he receives his own prophesy. He will kill is father. In turn attempting to thwart fate, Oedipus flees, on the road meeting a stranger. Words became arguments and the stranger killed. It was Laius.
So you see, you cannot escape destiny. The Oracle will make sure of that.
Would you still have broken it if I hadn't said anything?
