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Hades and Persephone

In Greek mythology Persephone is the only child of Demeter, Goddess of nature and earth. Hades is the god of the underworld and the dead.

While Demeter was looking for her daughter one day, she learned that Hades had kidnapped her while she was picking flowers. He had kidnapped her because she was so beautiful that even Hades, the god of death who hardly glanced up at the living world for more then a few seconds, was struck by her, and fell in love with her. Demeter, with her only child kidnapped and forcefully married, fell into depression, and all fertility on earth stopped.

Hades began to notice that his once glowing bride had now become depressed and dark; she only wandered around his gardens without saying a word, looking up at the living world, sighing and sobbing. He attempted to make her happy by lavishing her with thousands of gifts, but Persephone was still unhappy.

Zeus sent Hermes down to to the underworld to demand that Hades release Persephone back to her mother. Hades was truly in love with Persephone and began to panic at the thought of losing her. With a last attempt he resorted to trickery. Before Persephone went back to her mother, Hades approached her with a pomegranate fruit, and began to sob over the fact that she was leaving him forever. He offered the pomegranate as a final present before she left, as it had been grown in Hades’ private garden.

Persephone took the pomegranate from Hades out of pity and compassion, but only ate six seeds from it before throwing it away. When Hermes arrived he saw the pomegranate fall to the ground and questioned Persephone. She admitted to eating it and was told by Hermes that because she had eaten from the garden of death she was forever connected to the underworld and could not leave.

Demeter became outraged that Hades had tricked her daughter into staying and went to the underworld to take Persephone back home herself, but only ended up starting a fight with Hades. To make them both happy, Zeus decided that Persephone would stay with Hades, one month for every seed she had eaten.

Thus every year Persephone would live with her solemn and dark husband for six months and then return to her mother in the world of the living for the other six.

When Persephone is with her her mother, Demeter, Demeter is happy and the world goes lush and green, and crops begin to grow. But when Demeter is separated from her daughter, she becomes depressed, and everything on earth dies, animals sleep, and the world freezes in ice and snow.

My favorite always

This is my favorite story of Mythology. Persephone is my favorite. :)

i like the story of midas the most but this one is still pretty cool

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nedhepburn:

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

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suddenlyoneimmortalmonkey:

Dostoevsky. Brothers Karamazov. “Я за две секунды радости отдал бы квадриллион квадриллионов.” “I would give a quadrillion quadrillion for two seconds of joy,” but usually translated as “I would walk a quadrillion quadrillion miles for two seconds of joy.”

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pepediokno:

Cinemalaya 2011 Schedule

* Updated 07 June 2011: Added film synopses and posters

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