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The Mystery of the Infinite
Greece is a country with lines that are just right. Nothing is too high or too low. It seems to be a country born and grown in a greenhouse. The ocean and the Alps are far from Greece. Even the sky and the sea are never too blue. It seems like a light blanket of grey covers the whole country. The mountains are never too high. One always has the impression that one could easily walk everywhere by foot. The rivers are never too wide and there are streams that invite one to stroll on their banks while meditating on philosophy. This is how the Ilissos was. I say “was” because it no longer exists. It used to flow through Athens and on clear summer evenings, Socrates would walk along it in the company of Aspasia, the intellectual courtesan, speaking and discussing questions of being and becoming.