Praise Ares; God of manhood and masculinity, of conflict and rebellion, of strength and courage.
Praise Ares, God of all who cower, God of the oppressed and God of the ups and downs of life.
Praise Ares, father, son, and lover. Kind, loving Ares, blood-soaked and no less important for it.
I have been thinking recently of the various facets of Ares. He is so much more than a God who fights; he is who teaches us to set our armor aside and dance, he who teaches us that the most masculine thing one can do is not just to cause harm, but to love fiercely; to protect, to nurture. What is more masculine than love, especially to love so strongly that one would fight for it? To love a person, to love an ideal, to love a belief so dearly that it becomes your guiding star as you move through the conflicts and anger and hardships of life? I don't see much love for Ares as the God of cowards, either. God of all who flee, God of those who are scared to fight... and God of courage, of fighting while scared. Ares is not a God who has no fear; he delights in it. He dances with it. He tells us that fear is how we live, that fear and love and anger and joy and conflict and peace -- all of these are beautifully, beautifully human. It is proof we are alive.
Praise Ares.











