Sunday, October 30, 2016
Ulysses - Experiencing the Unknown
  Ulysses  complains that he is  laze  as a king,  dwelling ho utilization with his elderly wife, stuck passing  tiro laws for a sav duration  break away  that sleeps and eats but does  non know him. He does  non want to cease his travels; he has made the  or so of his life, having suffered and experienced pleasure both with others and  solo and both at  sea and on the shore. He is a famous name; he has seen the world and has been honored everywhere. He also has enjoyed battling at  troy weight with his fellow warriors.\nHe is a part of all that I have met,  but this is  non the end, for his experience is an archway to  tonic experiences, with the horizon always beyond reach. It is boring to stop and  cease away and be  unimportant in his old age; simply breathing is not life. Multiple lives would be  alike little to get the most out of existence, and little of his  1 life remains, but at least he is  animate and there is time for something more.  It would be a shame to do noth   ing for even  triad days; he does not want to store himself away. His  senile spirit  yearns to attain cognition and follow it like a sinking star, / Beyond the  furthest bound of human thought. ÂIn contrast, his son Telemachus, who will  pull ahead him as king, seems content to  bear on put and simply  overlook the people. Ulysses loves him and knows that he will use his prudence to govern wisely,  move the rugged  people mild,  and he is blameless  and decent  in his common duties.  He honors the familys gods. Yet, Telemachus does not have his fathers energy; He works his work, I mine. Â\nUlysses looks at the port and the sea beyond,  life history to him. He recalls the thunder and the  cheerfulness  of his mariners exciting travels together, their free  paddy wagon  and free minds, and understands that he and they  atomic number 18 old now. Yet, they still  tail end do something noble and  suited to their greatness, especially as they  atomic number 18 men who o   nce fought with gods.  imperfect fades, and the day wanes. Ulysses calls out that it is...   
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