#bolina

Cyrene: I mean.... :)

Adonis: Literally? Figuratively? Both? Yes :3

Hyacinthus: Welp- :3

Daphne: Yes, and I'm not very proud of it-

Bolina: I don't wanna talk about it.

Admetus: Erm-...

Nerites: Can we PLEASE change the topic?

Apollon, says a legend, fell in love with a maiden called Bolina [who lived at Boline in Akhaia], who fleeing to the sea here threw herself into it, and by the favour of Apollon became an immortal."

the narrative of apollo trying to pursue her and to escape his advaces she fled to sea and on the spot where she fell the town bolina was formed is found on wiki only but geographically it ain't true .

because boline was a ancinet town in achae , greece and i-m gonna prove the town bolina was in existence long before bolina (mortal) was . so what wiki says is false and maybe you can spot some plotholes in pussanias descriptions :

The above text is from pussanias . it says town bolina stood by river volineous (roman bolinaeous) and next to the river juts out a cape (meaning sickle) drepanum and the story goes like : cronus dropped the sickle he used to castrate his father into the river volinaeous resulting in cape drepanum formation and cronus and his father are titans by this time apollo (Olympian) isn't born even at this time so bolina (mortal) isn't the reason behind the name of (boline) town and river (volineous/bolinaeous) .

on another hand , it could be possible apollo saved the mortal bolina (if there was one) and immortalized her but no , there's no pursuing very similar to the myth of him where he saved his lover sisters who were trying to fled from their abusive father and apollo saved them two and they were turned into goddessess.

Overall , this myth of bolina has so many plotholes becaue there are so many bolinas lol (town , river , mortal) .. maybe this myth was an attempt to explain how the town boline came into existance but it flopped . I love your blog ! It's a shame people invented these sort of false myths to paint him bad and not lucky in love . Keep up the great work !

Okay, I hadn't given much attention to this myth but now that I've reread it, it really seems like there's room for more kinds of interpretation of this passage!

I (and I'm sure a lot of people too) went with the "Apollo chased her and she threw herself off the cliff to escape him" narrative by default because of the Daphne myth, and also because nymphs and maidens trying to run away from the gods is a fairly common scenario in greek myths.

And you know what, your interpretation is very plausible too! It does seem similar to Hemithea and Parthenos myth. Apollo fell in love with Bolina, saw her trying to kill herself for whatever reasons and made her immortal. It's sweet! 😭

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BOLINA

TAKE IT SLOW, ENJOY THE DRIFT

It’s easy to think that, in the long run, as an organism, we have little to zero significance: the world keeps on going regardless of our existence. To think that, we live, as we die, meaningless. Maybe that’s the first fact to check as we grow accustomed to reality.

“Not all things need to have meaning,” Camus once said, “some things need to not have any meaning — if everything has meaning, life would be too heavy a burden to carry.”

The first time I read that sentence, it sounded nihilistic, but now it somehow relieves, as if a burden has been discharged, an empty space has opened, waiting to be filled. All our lives, I think, we long to fill in that space, which in turn fills ourselves up. Which is to say, to give meaning, and receive meaning in return. I learn that in my life, this holds noticeably truer as time goes by.

***

An old friend told me:

“The first step towards maturity is to realize that a lot of things simply have no purpose. Second is to realize it’s up to us how we want to perceive things,” he said.

“Thirdly, and most importantly, is to learn to love ourselves before asking others to love us.”

I imagined the earth floating in a vast, empty space. And the people on it. Forever drifting, drifting, and drifting. Constantly floating, everything feeling weightless, insignificant. That’s how my days felt like. In fact, that feeling still lingers now. Sometimes. Perhaps a lot of people on earth share that same feeling, I can’t know for sure.

“Finally,“ he continued, “if you can, find your other half. That person should be drifting about somewhere, like space junk. You just have to keep your eyes peeled, see through the darkness of space, and catch that person when the moment arrives,” he paused, as if trying to avoid sounding too sentimental.

"Like people say,” he said, “to the whole wide universe, you may mean nothing, but to just one person, you may mean the universe. It’s no bullshit.”

I thought I could hear someone, out there in space, whispering softly to my ears:

Catch me, before anyone else does.