Man the Artefact (a Postcard from Ulysses to Telemachus)
Covered over with time, our world will one day seem ancient. People will dig and scrape to uncover things, some of them covered even to our eyes. The scraps we left at Ilion will be honored as precious artefacts. But the artefact that made these artefacts needs attention. There is no greater artefact than man. It must be excavated by each individual in the context of his own life. Man the artefact was made by Kosmic hands. Just as one day men will learn of us through our ships, our poems, our temples raised and cities fallen, so too can a man learn of the Kosmos through one of its most precious artefacts. Indeed, this one artefact is like a stone of wisdom that allows one to know all the other artefacts of the Kosmic builder, not to know them as a gossip, but to know them as a lover. Not just a lover, but also a beloved. And as a child, too, and as a father and a mother. One knows it all as mystery.