of the seat of the gods. Despite their ambition in competition, they knew how to praise what is great and by acknowledging it, to bring themselves in front of the sublime, founding, in this way, a world.
It seems as if we of the present day have been expelled from such a sojourn, trapped in the chains of calculatory planning. Even the serene and quiet village, which we slowly crossed in our return through a back way towards Athens, could not dispel completely the dark thoughts that impose themselves on whomever admits the increasing desolation of modern Dasein.
During a brief visit to Phaleron, with its simple undecorated houses and the lavish rose gardens, we arranged with our guide a new visit to the Acropolis and the local museum for early the next morning.
The Parthenon was towering again, not only over the modern city but also over our sojourn to Attic land—although, in the beginning, it threatened to disappoint us, since we had so often seen its images and descriptions of its sculptures in art history books.
However the journey by sea with its brief shore leaves did not allow us to hike the mountains and feel
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