![]() ![]() ![]() Daedalus was too smart to be imprisoned in any prison. This angered the King Minos who imprisoned the Daedalus and Icarus in the same labyrinth. King Minos found out that Daedalus was the one who had given the idea to provide the prisoner with the thread that helped him come out from the labyrinth, after killing the Minotaur. King Minos had employed Daedalus for his architectural work, He asked Daedalus to build a labyrinth(maze) to imprison the monster Minotaur, and he could imprison his enemies in the labyrinth, making sure that they would be killed by the monster. It was Daedalus who designed the Palace of Knossos, which is still standing in modern-day Greece. Icarus was the young son who often assisted Daedalus with his inventions. It was said he could make anything anyone can imagine. It was a long time back, when no man has ever thought of flying, let alone fly. ![]() The kid asks her to tell the story to him, and like every other grandmom she couldn’t say no to her grandson and starts the story. So let’s dedicate today to recognizing the classical antiquity of our bones and our DNA, the wisdom of our neurons which not only make these stories up, but which discover them, projected onto flickering cave walls and on the firmament-ever reflecting of our essential natures and our timeless love for all our collective children, mythical and “real,” spanning across the arc of time.When the kid asks her grandmother the meaning of the quote “don’t fly too high, or your wings will melt.” She is reminded of a Greek myth of Icarus. ![]() The sorrow of this imagined moment of loss, albeit woven of whole cloth, mingled with personal memories of my childhood friend’s death, and his parents’ grief and together touched an archetypal nerve whose root taps deep into attachment, loss, love and striving-pulsing with life spirit eons after it was first told around some pre-classical fire, perhaps both banking on, and trying to make sense of, the real human losses that our common ancestors undoubtedly faced… and transcended by handing on the torch of our own spiraling DNA. And I felt something I hadn’t felt before from a Greek myth: moved. It’s downright Greek, this tragic prospect of watching one’s child fly too close to the sun and then fall tragically to their death… images of swan-dives off the World Trade Center mingled with the sparkle of the sea in my mind’s eye.Īs a kid, this story effectively ends when Icarus crashes, but as a parent I found myself following the story on to its end, where Daedalus hangs his wings in the temple of Apollo, abashed, grief-stricken and vowing never to fly again. I now found myself identifying with Daedalus and the irony of a father inventing wings to save his kid, and then having his own handiwork contribute to his son’s demise. over-reaching our human role and grasping for god-like powers). From a kid’s point of view, the story is a morality tale meant to get kids to heed our parental warnings, and most kids probably think, “yeah-yeah, if anyone ever gives me wax and feather wings I’ll be sure to watch out for that sun.”Īnd then along comes parenthood, and our cynical and arch perspective gets shaken and displaced by our attachment to our children, and by our increasing sense of our own non-invincibility… just as our kids are readying to spread their gossamer wings and scare us into over-protective mode.Īs a father, the story of Icarus truly became the story of Icarus and Daedalus, and it had an entirely different effect on me than the intellectual slant of college essays and symbolic meanings of hubris (i.e. Splash!Īnd although poor Icarus is a goner, because it’s a myth (and a dusty old one at that), we tend not to get too worked up about his demise. As they prepare to take literal flight, father warns his boy to be mindful and fly right-too low and the ocean moisture will ruin the wings, too high and the sun will melt the wax but alas, young Icarus, with nary but a learner’s permit as far as flying goes, gets over-excited about his new-found power and freedom and up he goes… until melting wax and… down he goes. One of the great stories in the mythology canon is that of Daedalus-the brilliant inventor father who creates wings of wax and feathers so that he and his son, Icarus, can escape from Crete where they are being held prisoner. Now that we’re in back-to-school mode it’s time to get a little classical with our parenting perspective. ![]()
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