I usually have to say something about whatever. So I'll say something about this image of Pan.
That whole mythic vision of Arcadia involves an undercurrent of strangeness. Almost surreal. This picture of Pan gets it. That face is elemental and earlier than human. It is the appalling spirit of ancient eyes having burst into a previous mode of only stone and flora. All forms of organic consciousness go too deep to have any possible explanation. Hence, the elusiveness and utter strangeness of the gods.
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