We Drink Our Wine And Wonder Why Were Really HereWhats The Point Of Even Asking?You Take The Good And

We drink our wine and wonder why we’re really here What’s the point of even asking? You take the good and bad and make the best of it.

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Kantharos showing Dionysos on the throne. (Apulian, about 335–325 B.C; now in the Boston Museum…)

Today 21 February, ΔΙΟΣ (Thursday), Ἑνδεκάτη/ Πρώτη Μεσοῦντος, XI day From today’s sunset: eleventh day of Anthesterion. Beginning of the Anthesteria- I day: Pithoigia, opening of the pithoi, libations to Dionysos and tasting of the new wine. “Near the sanctuary of Dionysos en Limnais, the Athenians used to mix, taking it from the barrels, the new wine, which they have carried there, for the God and to taste it themselves. From this, Dionysos was called Limnaios, because the sweet wine, having been mixed with water, was drunk for the first time as a mixture. Because of this, the sources were called Nymphs and nurses of Dionysos…satisfied with the mixture, they sang hymns to Dionysos, danced and invoked Him, calling Him Flowery, Dithyrambos, Reveller, Bromios…” (Phanodemus, FGrHist 325 fr. 12) “Among the festivals of the Homeland, there are the Pithoigia, during which it is not lawful for a servant or salaried to refrain from enjoying wine, but, making sacrificial rites, it is customary that all participate in the gift of Dionysos.” Schol. Erga, 368 “Also the eleventh and twelfth are both excellent, alike for shearing sheep and for reaping the kindly fruits..” “Of the numbers after the decade, the eleventh refers to the first element of the monad. Thus, (Hesiod) has praised this one too, as it has analogies with that (the monad), inviting to the shearing of the sheeps and to the reaping of the fruits of the earth…Both aim to take care of the body, the one to the food, the other to protection. They are typical of the eleventh day since this is the beginning of the third pentad, the one that most enhances the light of the moon…” Schol. Erga, 774-776

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mythology series → the drunken god of ritual ecstasy dionysus [Διόνυσος]

what a night for a dance, i get lost in the night so high i don’t want to come down in the dark of the night i could hear you calling my name but all the while i was dreaming of revelry born to run, like a stream down a mountainside with the wind in my back but the demon and me were the best of friends from the start in the back of the woods in the dark of the night dreaming of revelry

First day of Anthesteria - Pithoigia, the Opening of the Jars and Bottles