Plutarh a fost contemporan cu J. Nu stiu daca si reciproca e valabila. Nu cred.
Citeam ieri in The Obsolescence of Oracles a grecului:
“The father of Aemilianus the orator, to whom some of you have listened, was Epitherses, who lived in our town and was my teacher in grammar. He said that once upon a time in making a voyage to Italy he embarked on a ship carrying freight and many passengers. It was already evening when, near the Echinades Islands, the wind dropped, and the ship drifted near Paxi. Almost everybody was awake, and a good many had not finished their after-dinner wine. Suddenly from the island of Paxi was heard the voice of someone loudly calling Thamus, so that all were amazed. Thamus was an Egyptian pilot, not known by name even to many on board. Twice he was called and made no reply, but the third time he answered; and the caller, raising his voice, said, “When you come opposite to Palodes, announce that Great Pan is dead.” On hearing this, all, said Epitherses, were astounded and reasoned among themselves whether it were better to carry out the order or to refuse to meddle and let the matter go. Under the circumstances Thamus made up his mind that if there should be a breeze, he would sail past and keep quiet, but with no wind and a smooth sea about the place he would announce what he had heard. So, when he came opposite Palodes, and there was neither wind nor wave, Thamus from the stern, looking toward the land, said the words as he had heard them: “Great Pan is dead.” Even before he had finished there was a great cry of lamentation, not of one person, but of many, mingled with exclamations of amazement.”
Acum, nu’s eu nici primul, nici ultimul destept care sa ofere interpretari la textul de mai sus: s-a inceput cam cu Eusebiu al Cezareei (sec. 4) si s-a ajuns pana pe la Thomas Browne (sec. 17) si chiar mult mai tarziu (Elizabeth Barrett Browning).
Eu iau textul de mai sus ca pe o sugestie, o aluzie. Pan a fost Zeul padurilor, a naturii, a salbaticiei, a pastorilor. Pan era Totul, suflarea de viata. Pan era transformarea, era muzica, era suieratul, fluieratul. Era stapanul pastorilor si a turmelor. Tot ceea ce vroia sa i se sustraga – sa fie singur, individual – pierea. Murea, sau se preschimba: Syrinx, Echo, Pitys…
Iata insa ca de la Rasarit pandea primejdia: YHWH. Pe unde trecea, totul se usca sub rasuflarea torida a desertului. “Sa nu-ti faci chip ciolit” devenea urletul si ranjetul de lupta a oilor trimise impotriva lupilor. “Sa nu ai alti dumnezei afara de Mine!” Lumea se intorcea pe dos, masacrul incepea. In plin sec. 19, unul din cei mai iubiti sfinti ai ortodoxiei (si nu numai…), Ioan din Kronstadt, scria in “Viata mea in Hristos” (1894) despre o Creatie fara suflet, fara Viata, fara Pan:
“the soulless earth, the soulless grass, the soulless matter and the unintelligent animals. The soulless, inanimate elements. Heaven and earth […] are soulless, inert, inactive, and powerless matter.” [aici]
Odata cu nasterea Fiului, Pan ho megas tethneke…