“Childhood is bound like the Gordian knot with my memories of the Black Sea, and I still feel its waters welling up within me today. Sometimes these waters are leaden, as grey as the military ships that sail on their curved expanses, and sometimes they are blue as pigmented cobalt. Then would come dusk, when I would sit and watch the seabirds waver to shore, flitting from open waters to the quiet empty vastlands in darkening spaces behind me, the same birds Ovid once saw during his exile, perhaps; and the same waters the Argonauts crossed searching for the fleece of renewal. And out in the distance, invisible, the towering heights of Caucasus, where once-bright memories of the fire-thief have transmuted into something weird and many-faceted, and beyond these, pitch-black Karabakh in dolorous Armenia.” Greek MythologyJasonPrometheusOvidAlexander The GreatArgonautsBlack SeaGordian KnotGolden Fleece Book:The Heretic Emperor Source: The Heretic Emperor
“The verve of the youth, their simplicity, their use of short sentences. Straight to the point and free of the Gordian nature that comes with age.” ChildrenChildhoodYouthChildhood MemoriesYoung PeopleYouthful OptimismYouth AgeGordian Knot Book:Tajrish Source: Tajrish