Above Us, Only Sky

Uranus (/ˈjʊərənəs/ or /jʊˈreɪnəs/; Ancient Greek Οὐρανός, Ouranos meaning "sky" or "heaven") was the primal Greek god personifying the sky. In Ancient Greek literature, Uranus or Father Sky was the son and husband of Gaia, Mother Earth.

We had a great wind storm here in PT a few days ago. It wasn't as bad as the media feared, but it was still pretty exciting. I had a bit of an epiphany, considering the ocean of atmosphere that surrounds the earth... how air, wind, sky and God are so intertwined in religious myth.

Pneuma (πνεῦμα) is an ancient Greek word for "breath," and in a religious context for "spirit" or "soul."

I saw a sailboat named Spirit today, and if ever there was a vessel powered by pneuma, that would be it. I thought how perhaps... the wind really IS a spirit, and perhaps the entire, roiling clouding mass of sky is alive, and even sentient, in its own way...

Now, the curious thing about the myth of Uranus is that he was castrated by his son, Cronus (Saturn) who became the God of time, and mortality. But this castration also resulted in the birth of Aphrodite, the Goddess of love, from pink foam.

From the genitals in the sea came forth Aphrodite. The learned Alexandrian poet Callimachus[13] reported that the bloodied sickle had been buried in the earth at Zancle in Sicily...

Only SKYY

This brings us to the current America's Cup. The cup is the Grail (Gaia) and it is raced in Uranus (wind) powered vessels, with all kinds of arbitrary time and wind strength limits, and well, the whole idea of a race depends on time, or Cronus, as the arbiter. It's almost as if Time is afraid of Wind... refuses to play if he comes on too strong.

Gull wing doors

The curious thing about the current America's Cup is that the score is tied, 8-8. And well, we all know that you have to break 88 mph to conquer time. That's a hurricane. And maybe that's why I get a hard on every time the wind really blows. Aphrodite is the daughter of the power of love, after all.