This is KZU Stanford.

Welcome to entitled opinions.

My name is Robert Harrison, and we're coming to you from the Stanford campus.

While the world travels the way of folly, entertainment, and distraction,

Entitle Opinion sets out today with Permanides on the far fabled way of the divinity into the godly realm of night.

Here is our team of mares. Here is the golden chariot with glowing axles.

Here are the maiden daughters of the sun who know their way back home to the halls of night.

And here is the immortal opening of the ancient Greek poem

that will take us there. The mares that carry me as far as longing can reach rode on once they had come

and fetched me onto the legendary road of the divinity that carries the man who knows through the vast and dark unknown.

And on I was carried as the mares, aware just where to go, kept carrying me, straining at the chariot, and young women led the way and the axle in the

hubs let out the sound of a pipe blazing from the pressure of the two well-rounded wheels

at either side as they rapidly led on.

Young women, girls, daughters of the sun who had left the mansion of night for the light

and pushed back the veils from their faces with their hands.

There are the gates of the pathway of night and day, held fast in place between the lintel above and the threshold of stone.

They reach right up into the heavens filled with gigantic doors, and the keys that now open now lock are held fast by

justice she who always demands exact returns and with soft seductive words

the girls cunningly persuade her to push back immediately, just for them,

the bar that bolts the gates, and as the door flies open, making the bronze axles with

their pegs and nails spin, now one, now the other, in their pipes, they open a gaping chasm.

Straight through and on, the girls hold fast their course for the chariots and horses straight down the road.

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