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𝛵𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜀ί𝜈𝛼𝜄 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜈𝜃𝜌ώ𝜋𝜊𝜐· 𝜅’ 𝜀ύ𝜅𝜊𝜆𝜊ς 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς, 𝛾𝜄𝛼 ό𝜆𝛼 𝛼𝜋𝜊𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄, 𝜒𝛼𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝛿𝜄ά𝜅𝜊𝜋𝜂 𝛽𝛼𝛽𝜊ύ𝜌𝛼 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜅𝛼𝜃έ𝜈𝛼 𝜅ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜄𝜎𝜏𝜀ύ𝜀𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜎𝜐𝜆𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜊 ί𝛿𝜄𝜊ς ό,𝜏𝜄 𝜊𝜄 ά𝜆𝜆𝜊𝜄 𝜊𝜆𝜂𝜇𝜀𝜌ίς 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝛽ά𝜈𝜊𝜐𝜈𝜀 𝜎𝜏’ 𝛼𝜐𝜏ί 𝜏𝜊𝜐. 𝛭𝛼 𝜋𝛼𝜌𝛼𝜋ά𝜈𝜔 𝜀ί𝜈’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊ς, 𝜋’ 𝛼𝜅𝜊ύ𝜀𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏𝜊𝜈 ά𝜈𝜃𝜌𝜔𝜋𝜊 𝜔ς 𝜋𝜀𝜌ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂 𝜁ώ𝜈𝜂𝜈 ό𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜋𝜄𝛼 𝛿𝜀𝜈 𝜏ό𝜈𝜀 𝜑𝜏ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜂 𝜅𝜊ύ𝜑𝜄𝛼 𝛽𝜊ή, 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜈ί𝜉𝜀𝜄 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐, 𝜇𝜊𝜈ά𝜒𝛼 𝛾𝜄𝛼 𝜈𝛼 𝜈𝜄ώ𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜉ά𝜑𝜈𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝜌𝜒ή 𝜏𝜂ς 𝛼𝜈ά𝛽𝜌𝛼ς 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜀ί𝜈’ 𝛼𝜈ά𝛾𝜅𝜂 𝜈𝛼 𝛽𝜄𝛾𝜆ί𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝛼𝜅𝜊ί𝜇𝜂𝜏𝜊ς 𝜊𝜆𝜊έ𝜈𝛼 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 ά𝜅𝜌𝜂 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜒𝜔𝜌ί𝜁𝜊𝜈𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜅ό𝜎𝜇𝜊𝜄: 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς 𝛽𝛼𝜌ύς, 𝜋𝜄𝜅𝜌ός 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜎𝜅𝜆𝛼𝛽𝜔𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝛼𝜋’ 𝜏𝛼 ί𝛿𝜄𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝛼 𝜒έ𝜌𝜄𝛼, 𝜅’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝛽𝛼𝜃ύς, 𝜋𝜆𝛼𝜏ύς, 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜋έ𝜌𝛼𝜈𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜅𝛼𝜏ώ𝜑𝜆𝜄, 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜈𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜇𝜋ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜅ά𝜋𝜊𝜏𝜀 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝜏ά𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏’ ά𝛿𝜐𝜏𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛩𝜀𝜊ύ… Ά𝛾𝛾𝜀𝜆𝜊ς 𝛴𝜄𝜅𝜀𝜆𝜄𝛼𝜈ός, «𝛴ί𝛽𝜐𝜆𝜆𝛼»
Sibyl the Cymaea and Sibyl the Libyan. Sibyl the Erythraean and Sibyl the Persian. So much and such is the power of the image and the Myth, that even their names, even though they are only toponymic adjectives, sound like magical chants, mysterious incantations on the speech-thirsty lips of fearful and horrified humanity, prayers and chants, pleading and secret appeals, of a world on the brink of the abyss, of a world that is turning to learn its fate, yesterday, today and always, but especially when the times are dark, the troubled present aches, the drums of war sound and History gallops non-stop. Sibyls, daughters of time and mothers of the timeless, lovers of God and nurturers of man, women of Myth and History. *Text is translated part from the dedication to the work «Sibylla» of Angelos Sikelianos by Theodosis Volkof.
𝛵𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜀ί𝜈𝛼𝜄 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜈𝜃𝜌ώ𝜋𝜊𝜐· 𝜅’ 𝜀ύ𝜅𝜊𝜆𝜊ς 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς, 𝛾𝜄𝛼 ό𝜆𝛼 𝛼𝜋𝜊𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄, 𝜒𝛼𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝛿𝜄ά𝜅𝜊𝜋𝜂 𝛽𝛼𝛽𝜊ύ𝜌𝛼 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜅𝛼𝜃έ𝜈𝛼 𝜅ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜄𝜎𝜏𝜀ύ𝜀𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜎𝜐𝜆𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜊 ί𝛿𝜄𝜊ς ό,𝜏𝜄 𝜊𝜄 ά𝜆𝜆𝜊𝜄 𝜊𝜆𝜂𝜇𝜀𝜌ίς 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝛽ά𝜈𝜊𝜐𝜈𝜀 𝜎𝜏’ 𝛼𝜐𝜏ί 𝜏𝜊𝜐. 𝛭𝛼 𝜋𝛼𝜌𝛼𝜋ά𝜈𝜔 𝜀ί𝜈’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊ς, 𝜋’ 𝛼𝜅𝜊ύ𝜀𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏𝜊𝜈 ά𝜈𝜃𝜌𝜔𝜋𝜊 𝜔ς 𝜋𝜀𝜌ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂 𝜁ώ𝜈𝜂𝜈 ό𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜋𝜄𝛼 𝛿𝜀𝜈 𝜏ό𝜈𝜀 𝜑𝜏ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜂 𝜅𝜊ύ𝜑𝜄𝛼 𝛽𝜊ή, 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜈ί𝜉𝜀𝜄 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐, 𝜇𝜊𝜈ά𝜒𝛼 𝛾𝜄𝛼 𝜈𝛼 𝜈𝜄ώ𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜉ά𝜑𝜈𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝜌𝜒ή 𝜏𝜂ς 𝛼𝜈ά𝛽𝜌𝛼ς 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜀ί𝜈’ 𝛼𝜈ά𝛾𝜅𝜂 𝜈𝛼 𝛽𝜄𝛾𝜆ί𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝛼𝜅𝜊ί𝜇𝜂𝜏𝜊ς 𝜊𝜆𝜊έ𝜈𝛼 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 ά𝜅𝜌𝜂 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜒𝜔𝜌ί𝜁𝜊𝜈𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜅ό𝜎𝜇𝜊𝜄: 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς 𝛽𝛼𝜌ύς, 𝜋𝜄𝜅𝜌ός 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜎𝜅𝜆𝛼𝛽𝜔𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝛼𝜋’ 𝜏𝛼 ί𝛿𝜄𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝛼 𝜒έ𝜌𝜄𝛼, 𝜅’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝛽𝛼𝜃ύς, 𝜋𝜆𝛼𝜏ύς, 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜋έ𝜌𝛼𝜈𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜅𝛼𝜏ώ𝜑𝜆𝜄, 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜈𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜇𝜋ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜅ά𝜋𝜊𝜏𝜀 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝜏ά𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏’ ά𝛿𝜐𝜏𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛩𝜀𝜊ύ… Ά𝛾𝛾𝜀𝜆𝜊ς 𝛴𝜄𝜅𝜀𝜆𝜄𝛼𝜈ός, «𝛴ί𝛽𝜐𝜆𝜆𝛼»
𝛵𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜀ί𝜈𝛼𝜄 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜈𝜃𝜌ώ𝜋𝜊𝜐· 𝜅’ 𝜀ύ𝜅𝜊𝜆𝜊ς 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς, 𝛾𝜄𝛼 ό𝜆𝛼 𝛼𝜋𝜊𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄, 𝜒𝛼𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝛿𝜄ά𝜅𝜊𝜋𝜂 𝛽𝛼𝛽𝜊ύ𝜌𝛼 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜅𝛼𝜃έ𝜈𝛼 𝜅ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜄𝜎𝜏𝜀ύ𝜀𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜎𝜐𝜆𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜊 ί𝛿𝜄𝜊ς ό,𝜏𝜄 𝜊𝜄 ά𝜆𝜆𝜊𝜄 𝜊𝜆𝜂𝜇𝜀𝜌ίς 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝛽ά𝜈𝜊𝜐𝜈𝜀 𝜎𝜏’ 𝛼𝜐𝜏ί 𝜏𝜊𝜐. 𝛭𝛼 𝜋𝛼𝜌𝛼𝜋ά𝜈𝜔 𝜀ί𝜈’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊ς, 𝜋’ 𝛼𝜅𝜊ύ𝜀𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏𝜊𝜈 ά𝜈𝜃𝜌𝜔𝜋𝜊 𝜔ς 𝜋𝜀𝜌ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂 𝜁ώ𝜈𝜂𝜈 ό𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜋𝜄𝛼 𝛿𝜀𝜈 𝜏ό𝜈𝜀 𝜑𝜏ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜂 𝜅𝜊ύ𝜑𝜄𝛼 𝛽𝜊ή, 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜈ί𝜉𝜀𝜄 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐, 𝜇𝜊𝜈ά𝜒𝛼 𝛾𝜄𝛼 𝜈𝛼 𝜈𝜄ώ𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜉ά𝜑𝜈𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝜌𝜒ή 𝜏𝜂ς 𝛼𝜈ά𝛽𝜌𝛼ς 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜀ί𝜈’ 𝛼𝜈ά𝛾𝜅𝜂 𝜈𝛼 𝛽𝜄𝛾𝜆ί𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝛼𝜅𝜊ί𝜇𝜂𝜏𝜊ς 𝜊𝜆𝜊έ𝜈𝛼 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 ά𝜅𝜌𝜂 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜒𝜔𝜌ί𝜁𝜊𝜈𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜅ό𝜎𝜇𝜊𝜄: 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς 𝛽𝛼𝜌ύς, 𝜋𝜄𝜅𝜌ός 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜎𝜅𝜆𝛼𝛽𝜔𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝛼𝜋’ 𝜏𝛼 ί𝛿𝜄𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝛼 𝜒έ𝜌𝜄𝛼, 𝜅’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝛽𝛼𝜃ύς, 𝜋𝜆𝛼𝜏ύς, 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜋έ𝜌𝛼𝜈𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜅𝛼𝜏ώ𝜑𝜆𝜄, 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜈𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜇𝜋ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜅ά𝜋𝜊𝜏𝜀 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝜏ά𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏’ ά𝛿𝜐𝜏𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛩𝜀𝜊ύ… Ά𝛾𝛾𝜀𝜆𝜊ς 𝛴𝜄𝜅𝜀𝜆𝜄𝛼𝜈ός, «𝛴ί𝛽𝜐𝜆𝜆𝛼»
𝛵𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜀ί𝜈𝛼𝜄 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜈𝜃𝜌ώ𝜋𝜊𝜐· 𝜅’ 𝜀ύ𝜅𝜊𝜆𝜊ς 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς, 𝛾𝜄𝛼 ό𝜆𝛼 𝛼𝜋𝜊𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄, 𝜒𝛼𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝛿𝜄ά𝜅𝜊𝜋𝜂 𝛽𝛼𝛽𝜊ύ𝜌𝛼 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜅𝛼𝜃έ𝜈𝛼 𝜅ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜄𝜎𝜏𝜀ύ𝜀𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜎𝜐𝜆𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜊 ί𝛿𝜄𝜊ς ό,𝜏𝜄 𝜊𝜄 ά𝜆𝜆𝜊𝜄 𝜊𝜆𝜂𝜇𝜀𝜌ίς 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝛽ά𝜈𝜊𝜐𝜈𝜀 𝜎𝜏’ 𝛼𝜐𝜏ί 𝜏𝜊𝜐. 𝛭𝛼 𝜋𝛼𝜌𝛼𝜋ά𝜈𝜔 𝜀ί𝜈’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊ς, 𝜋’ 𝛼𝜅𝜊ύ𝜀𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏𝜊𝜈 ά𝜈𝜃𝜌𝜔𝜋𝜊 𝜔ς 𝜋𝜀𝜌ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂 𝜁ώ𝜈𝜂𝜈 ό𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜋𝜄𝛼 𝛿𝜀𝜈 𝜏ό𝜈𝜀 𝜑𝜏ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜂 𝜅𝜊ύ𝜑𝜄𝛼 𝛽𝜊ή, 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜈ί𝜉𝜀𝜄 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐, 𝜇𝜊𝜈ά𝜒𝛼 𝛾𝜄𝛼 𝜈𝛼 𝜈𝜄ώ𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜉ά𝜑𝜈𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝜌𝜒ή 𝜏𝜂ς 𝛼𝜈ά𝛽𝜌𝛼ς 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜀ί𝜈’ 𝛼𝜈ά𝛾𝜅𝜂 𝜈𝛼 𝛽𝜄𝛾𝜆ί𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝛼𝜅𝜊ί𝜇𝜂𝜏𝜊ς 𝜊𝜆𝜊έ𝜈𝛼 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 ά𝜅𝜌𝜂 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜒𝜔𝜌ί𝜁𝜊𝜈𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜅ό𝜎𝜇𝜊𝜄: 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς 𝛽𝛼𝜌ύς, 𝜋𝜄𝜅𝜌ός 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜎𝜅𝜆𝛼𝛽𝜔𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝛼𝜋’ 𝜏𝛼 ί𝛿𝜄𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝛼 𝜒έ𝜌𝜄𝛼, 𝜅’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝛽𝛼𝜃ύς, 𝜋𝜆𝛼𝜏ύς, 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜋έ𝜌𝛼𝜈𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜅𝛼𝜏ώ𝜑𝜆𝜄, 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜈𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜇𝜋ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜅ά𝜋𝜊𝜏𝜀 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝜏ά𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏’ ά𝛿𝜐𝜏𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛩𝜀𝜊ύ… Ά𝛾𝛾𝜀𝜆𝜊ς 𝛴𝜄𝜅𝜀𝜆𝜄𝛼𝜈ός, «𝛴ί𝛽𝜐𝜆𝜆𝛼»
𝛵𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜀ί𝜈𝛼𝜄 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜈𝜃𝜌ώ𝜋𝜊𝜐· 𝜅’ 𝜀ύ𝜅𝜊𝜆𝜊ς 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς, 𝛾𝜄𝛼 ό𝜆𝛼 𝛼𝜋𝜊𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄, 𝜒𝛼𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝛿𝜄ά𝜅𝜊𝜋𝜂 𝛽𝛼𝛽𝜊ύ𝜌𝛼 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜅𝛼𝜃έ𝜈𝛼 𝜅ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜄𝜎𝜏𝜀ύ𝜀𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜎𝜐𝜆𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜊 ί𝛿𝜄𝜊ς ό,𝜏𝜄 𝜊𝜄 ά𝜆𝜆𝜊𝜄 𝜊𝜆𝜂𝜇𝜀𝜌ίς 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝛽ά𝜈𝜊𝜐𝜈𝜀 𝜎𝜏’ 𝛼𝜐𝜏ί 𝜏𝜊𝜐. 𝛭𝛼 𝜋𝛼𝜌𝛼𝜋ά𝜈𝜔 𝜀ί𝜈’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊ς, 𝜋’ 𝛼𝜅𝜊ύ𝜀𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏𝜊𝜈 ά𝜈𝜃𝜌𝜔𝜋𝜊 𝜔ς 𝜋𝜀𝜌ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂 𝜁ώ𝜈𝜂𝜈 ό𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜋𝜄𝛼 𝛿𝜀𝜈 𝜏ό𝜈𝜀 𝜑𝜏ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜂 𝜅𝜊ύ𝜑𝜄𝛼 𝛽𝜊ή, 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜈ί𝜉𝜀𝜄 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐, 𝜇𝜊𝜈ά𝜒𝛼 𝛾𝜄𝛼 𝜈𝛼 𝜈𝜄ώ𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜉ά𝜑𝜈𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝜌𝜒ή 𝜏𝜂ς 𝛼𝜈ά𝛽𝜌𝛼ς 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜀ί𝜈’ 𝛼𝜈ά𝛾𝜅𝜂 𝜈𝛼 𝛽𝜄𝛾𝜆ί𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝛼𝜅𝜊ί𝜇𝜂𝜏𝜊ς 𝜊𝜆𝜊έ𝜈𝛼 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 ά𝜅𝜌𝜂 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜒𝜔𝜌ί𝜁𝜊𝜈𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜅ό𝜎𝜇𝜊𝜄: 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς 𝛽𝛼𝜌ύς, 𝜋𝜄𝜅𝜌ός 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜎𝜅𝜆𝛼𝛽𝜔𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝛼𝜋’ 𝜏𝛼 ί𝛿𝜄𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝛼 𝜒έ𝜌𝜄𝛼, 𝜅’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝛽𝛼𝜃ύς, 𝜋𝜆𝛼𝜏ύς, 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜋έ𝜌𝛼𝜈𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜅𝛼𝜏ώ𝜑𝜆𝜄, 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜈𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜇𝜋ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜅ά𝜋𝜊𝜏𝜀 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝜏ά𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏’ ά𝛿𝜐𝜏𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛩𝜀𝜊ύ… Ά𝛾𝛾𝜀𝜆𝜊ς 𝛴𝜄𝜅𝜀𝜆𝜄𝛼𝜈ός, «𝛴ί𝛽𝜐𝜆𝜆𝛼»
𝛵𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜀ί𝜈𝛼𝜄 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜈𝜃𝜌ώ𝜋𝜊𝜐· 𝜅’ 𝜀ύ𝜅𝜊𝜆𝜊ς 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς, 𝛾𝜄𝛼 ό𝜆𝛼 𝛼𝜋𝜊𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄, 𝜒𝛼𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝛿𝜄ά𝜅𝜊𝜋𝜂 𝛽𝛼𝛽𝜊ύ𝜌𝛼 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜅𝛼𝜃έ𝜈𝛼 𝜅ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜄𝜎𝜏𝜀ύ𝜀𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜎𝜐𝜆𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜊 ί𝛿𝜄𝜊ς ό,𝜏𝜄 𝜊𝜄 ά𝜆𝜆𝜊𝜄 𝜊𝜆𝜂𝜇𝜀𝜌ίς 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝛽ά𝜈𝜊𝜐𝜈𝜀 𝜎𝜏’ 𝛼𝜐𝜏ί 𝜏𝜊𝜐. 𝛭𝛼 𝜋𝛼𝜌𝛼𝜋ά𝜈𝜔 𝜀ί𝜈’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊ς, 𝜋’ 𝛼𝜅𝜊ύ𝜀𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏𝜊𝜈 ά𝜈𝜃𝜌𝜔𝜋𝜊 𝜔ς 𝜋𝜀𝜌ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂 𝜁ώ𝜈𝜂𝜈 ό𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜋𝜄𝛼 𝛿𝜀𝜈 𝜏ό𝜈𝜀 𝜑𝜏ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜂 𝜅𝜊ύ𝜑𝜄𝛼 𝛽𝜊ή, 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜈ί𝜉𝜀𝜄 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐, 𝜇𝜊𝜈ά𝜒𝛼 𝛾𝜄𝛼 𝜈𝛼 𝜈𝜄ώ𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜉ά𝜑𝜈𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝜌𝜒ή 𝜏𝜂ς 𝛼𝜈ά𝛽𝜌𝛼ς 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜀ί𝜈’ 𝛼𝜈ά𝛾𝜅𝜂 𝜈𝛼 𝛽𝜄𝛾𝜆ί𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝛼𝜅𝜊ί𝜇𝜂𝜏𝜊ς 𝜊𝜆𝜊έ𝜈𝛼 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 ά𝜅𝜌𝜂 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜒𝜔𝜌ί𝜁𝜊𝜈𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜅ό𝜎𝜇𝜊𝜄: 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς 𝛽𝛼𝜌ύς, 𝜋𝜄𝜅𝜌ός 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜎𝜅𝜆𝛼𝛽𝜔𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝛼𝜋’ 𝜏𝛼 ί𝛿𝜄𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝛼 𝜒έ𝜌𝜄𝛼, 𝜅’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝛽𝛼𝜃ύς, 𝜋𝜆𝛼𝜏ύς, 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜋έ𝜌𝛼𝜈𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜅𝛼𝜏ώ𝜑𝜆𝜄, 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜈𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜇𝜋ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜅ά𝜋𝜊𝜏𝜀 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝜏ά𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏’ ά𝛿𝜐𝜏𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛩𝜀𝜊ύ… Ά𝛾𝛾𝜀𝜆𝜊ς 𝛴𝜄𝜅𝜀𝜆𝜄𝛼𝜈ός, «𝛴ί𝛽𝜐𝜆𝜆𝛼»

𝛵𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜀ί𝜈𝛼𝜄 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜈𝜃𝜌ώ𝜋𝜊𝜐· 𝜅’ 𝜀ύ𝜅𝜊𝜆𝜊ς 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς, 𝛾𝜄𝛼 ό𝜆𝛼 𝛼𝜋𝜊𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄, 𝜒𝛼𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝛿𝜄ά𝜅𝜊𝜋𝜂 𝛽𝛼𝛽𝜊ύ𝜌𝛼 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜅𝛼𝜃έ𝜈𝛼 𝜅ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜄𝜎𝜏𝜀ύ𝜀𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜎𝜐𝜆𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜊 ί𝛿𝜄𝜊ς ό,𝜏𝜄 𝜊𝜄 ά𝜆𝜆𝜊𝜄 𝜊𝜆𝜂𝜇𝜀𝜌ίς 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝛽ά𝜈𝜊𝜐𝜈𝜀 𝜎𝜏’ 𝛼𝜐𝜏ί 𝜏𝜊𝜐. 𝛭𝛼 𝜋𝛼𝜌𝛼𝜋ά𝜈𝜔 𝜀ί𝜈’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊ς, 𝜋’ 𝛼𝜅𝜊ύ𝜀𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏𝜊𝜈 ά𝜈𝜃𝜌𝜔𝜋𝜊 𝜔ς 𝜋𝜀𝜌ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂 𝜁ώ𝜈𝜂𝜈 ό𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜋𝜄𝛼 𝛿𝜀𝜈 𝜏ό𝜈𝜀 𝜑𝜏ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜂 𝜅𝜊ύ𝜑𝜄𝛼 𝛽𝜊ή, 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜈ί𝜉𝜀𝜄 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐, 𝜇𝜊𝜈ά𝜒𝛼 𝛾𝜄𝛼 𝜈𝛼 𝜈𝜄ώ𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜉ά𝜑𝜈𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝜌𝜒ή 𝜏𝜂ς 𝛼𝜈ά𝛽𝜌𝛼ς 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜀ί𝜈’ 𝛼𝜈ά𝛾𝜅𝜂 𝜈𝛼 𝛽𝜄𝛾𝜆ί𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝛼𝜅𝜊ί𝜇𝜂𝜏𝜊ς 𝜊𝜆𝜊έ𝜈𝛼 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 ά𝜅𝜌𝜂 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜒𝜔𝜌ί𝜁𝜊𝜈𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜅ό𝜎𝜇𝜊𝜄: 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς 𝛽𝛼𝜌ύς, 𝜋𝜄𝜅𝜌ός 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜎𝜅𝜆𝛼𝛽𝜔𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝛼𝜋’ 𝜏𝛼 ί𝛿𝜄𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝛼 𝜒έ𝜌𝜄𝛼, 𝜅’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝛽𝛼𝜃ύς, 𝜋𝜆𝛼𝜏ύς, 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜋έ𝜌𝛼𝜈𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜅𝛼𝜏ώ𝜑𝜆𝜄, 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜈𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜇𝜋ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜅ά𝜋𝜊𝜏𝜀 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝜏ά𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏’ ά𝛿𝜐𝜏𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛩𝜀𝜊ύ… Ά𝛾𝛾𝜀𝜆𝜊ς 𝛴𝜄𝜅𝜀𝜆𝜄𝛼𝜈ός, «𝛴ί𝛽𝜐𝜆𝜆𝛼»
Sibyl the Cymaea and Sibyl the Libyan. Sibyl the Erythraean and Sibyl the Persian. So much and such is the power of the image and the Myth, that even their names, even though they are only toponymic adjectives, sound like magical chants, mysterious incantations on the speech-thirsty lips of fearful and horrified humanity, prayers and chants, pleading and secret appeals, of a world on the brink of the abyss, of a world that is turning to learn its fate, yesterday, today and always, but especially when the times are dark, the troubled present aches, the drums of war sound and History gallops non-stop. Sibyls, daughters of time and mothers of the timeless, lovers of God and nurturers of man, women of Myth and History. *Text is translated part from the dedication to the work «Sibylla» of Angelos Sikelianos by Theodosis Volkof.
𝛵𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜀ί𝜈𝛼𝜄 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜈𝜃𝜌ώ𝜋𝜊𝜐· 𝜅’ 𝜀ύ𝜅𝜊𝜆𝜊ς 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς, 𝛾𝜄𝛼 ό𝜆𝛼 𝛼𝜋𝜊𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄, 𝜒𝛼𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝛿𝜄ά𝜅𝜊𝜋𝜂 𝛽𝛼𝛽𝜊ύ𝜌𝛼 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜅𝛼𝜃έ𝜈𝛼 𝜅ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜄𝜎𝜏𝜀ύ𝜀𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜎𝜐𝜆𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜊 ί𝛿𝜄𝜊ς ό,𝜏𝜄 𝜊𝜄 ά𝜆𝜆𝜊𝜄 𝜊𝜆𝜂𝜇𝜀𝜌ίς 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝛽ά𝜈𝜊𝜐𝜈𝜀 𝜎𝜏’ 𝛼𝜐𝜏ί 𝜏𝜊𝜐. 𝛭𝛼 𝜋𝛼𝜌𝛼𝜋ά𝜈𝜔 𝜀ί𝜈’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊ς, 𝜋’ 𝛼𝜅𝜊ύ𝜀𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏𝜊𝜈 ά𝜈𝜃𝜌𝜔𝜋𝜊 𝜔ς 𝜋𝜀𝜌ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂 𝜁ώ𝜈𝜂𝜈 ό𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜋𝜄𝛼 𝛿𝜀𝜈 𝜏ό𝜈𝜀 𝜑𝜏ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜂 𝜅𝜊ύ𝜑𝜄𝛼 𝛽𝜊ή, 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜈ί𝜉𝜀𝜄 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐, 𝜇𝜊𝜈ά𝜒𝛼 𝛾𝜄𝛼 𝜈𝛼 𝜈𝜄ώ𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜉ά𝜑𝜈𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝜌𝜒ή 𝜏𝜂ς 𝛼𝜈ά𝛽𝜌𝛼ς 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜀ί𝜈’ 𝛼𝜈ά𝛾𝜅𝜂 𝜈𝛼 𝛽𝜄𝛾𝜆ί𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝛼𝜅𝜊ί𝜇𝜂𝜏𝜊ς 𝜊𝜆𝜊έ𝜈𝛼 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 ά𝜅𝜌𝜂 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜒𝜔𝜌ί𝜁𝜊𝜈𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜅ό𝜎𝜇𝜊𝜄: 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς 𝛽𝛼𝜌ύς, 𝜋𝜄𝜅𝜌ός 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜎𝜅𝜆𝛼𝛽𝜔𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝛼𝜋’ 𝜏𝛼 ί𝛿𝜄𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝛼 𝜒έ𝜌𝜄𝛼, 𝜅’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝛽𝛼𝜃ύς, 𝜋𝜆𝛼𝜏ύς, 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜋έ𝜌𝛼𝜈𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜅𝛼𝜏ώ𝜑𝜆𝜄, 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜈𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜇𝜋ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜅ά𝜋𝜊𝜏𝜀 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝜏ά𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏’ ά𝛿𝜐𝜏𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛩𝜀𝜊ύ… Ά𝛾𝛾𝜀𝜆𝜊ς 𝛴𝜄𝜅𝜀𝜆𝜄𝛼𝜈ός, «𝛴ί𝛽𝜐𝜆𝜆𝛼»
𝛵𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜀ί𝜈𝛼𝜄 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜈𝜃𝜌ώ𝜋𝜊𝜐· 𝜅’ 𝜀ύ𝜅𝜊𝜆𝜊ς 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς, 𝛾𝜄𝛼 ό𝜆𝛼 𝛼𝜋𝜊𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄, 𝜒𝛼𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝛿𝜄ά𝜅𝜊𝜋𝜂 𝛽𝛼𝛽𝜊ύ𝜌𝛼 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜅𝛼𝜃έ𝜈𝛼 𝜅ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜄𝜎𝜏𝜀ύ𝜀𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜎𝜐𝜆𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜊 ί𝛿𝜄𝜊ς ό,𝜏𝜄 𝜊𝜄 ά𝜆𝜆𝜊𝜄 𝜊𝜆𝜂𝜇𝜀𝜌ίς 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝛽ά𝜈𝜊𝜐𝜈𝜀 𝜎𝜏’ 𝛼𝜐𝜏ί 𝜏𝜊𝜐. 𝛭𝛼 𝜋𝛼𝜌𝛼𝜋ά𝜈𝜔 𝜀ί𝜈’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊ς, 𝜋’ 𝛼𝜅𝜊ύ𝜀𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏𝜊𝜈 ά𝜈𝜃𝜌𝜔𝜋𝜊 𝜔ς 𝜋𝜀𝜌ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂 𝜁ώ𝜈𝜂𝜈 ό𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜋𝜄𝛼 𝛿𝜀𝜈 𝜏ό𝜈𝜀 𝜑𝜏ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜂 𝜅𝜊ύ𝜑𝜄𝛼 𝛽𝜊ή, 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜈ί𝜉𝜀𝜄 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐, 𝜇𝜊𝜈ά𝜒𝛼 𝛾𝜄𝛼 𝜈𝛼 𝜈𝜄ώ𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜉ά𝜑𝜈𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝜌𝜒ή 𝜏𝜂ς 𝛼𝜈ά𝛽𝜌𝛼ς 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜀ί𝜈’ 𝛼𝜈ά𝛾𝜅𝜂 𝜈𝛼 𝛽𝜄𝛾𝜆ί𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝛼𝜅𝜊ί𝜇𝜂𝜏𝜊ς 𝜊𝜆𝜊έ𝜈𝛼 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 ά𝜅𝜌𝜂 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜒𝜔𝜌ί𝜁𝜊𝜈𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜅ό𝜎𝜇𝜊𝜄: 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς 𝛽𝛼𝜌ύς, 𝜋𝜄𝜅𝜌ός 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜎𝜅𝜆𝛼𝛽𝜔𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝛼𝜋’ 𝜏𝛼 ί𝛿𝜄𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝛼 𝜒έ𝜌𝜄𝛼, 𝜅’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝛽𝛼𝜃ύς, 𝜋𝜆𝛼𝜏ύς, 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜋έ𝜌𝛼𝜈𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜅𝛼𝜏ώ𝜑𝜆𝜄, 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜈𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜇𝜋ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜅ά𝜋𝜊𝜏𝜀 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝜏ά𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏’ ά𝛿𝜐𝜏𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛩𝜀𝜊ύ… Ά𝛾𝛾𝜀𝜆𝜊ς 𝛴𝜄𝜅𝜀𝜆𝜄𝛼𝜈ός, «𝛴ί𝛽𝜐𝜆𝜆𝛼»
𝛵𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜀ί𝜈𝛼𝜄 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜈𝜃𝜌ώ𝜋𝜊𝜐· 𝜅’ 𝜀ύ𝜅𝜊𝜆𝜊ς 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς, 𝛾𝜄𝛼 ό𝜆𝛼 𝛼𝜋𝜊𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄, 𝜒𝛼𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝛿𝜄ά𝜅𝜊𝜋𝜂 𝛽𝛼𝛽𝜊ύ𝜌𝛼 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜅𝛼𝜃έ𝜈𝛼 𝜅ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜄𝜎𝜏𝜀ύ𝜀𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜎𝜐𝜆𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜊 ί𝛿𝜄𝜊ς ό,𝜏𝜄 𝜊𝜄 ά𝜆𝜆𝜊𝜄 𝜊𝜆𝜂𝜇𝜀𝜌ίς 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝛽ά𝜈𝜊𝜐𝜈𝜀 𝜎𝜏’ 𝛼𝜐𝜏ί 𝜏𝜊𝜐. 𝛭𝛼 𝜋𝛼𝜌𝛼𝜋ά𝜈𝜔 𝜀ί𝜈’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊ς, 𝜋’ 𝛼𝜅𝜊ύ𝜀𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏𝜊𝜈 ά𝜈𝜃𝜌𝜔𝜋𝜊 𝜔ς 𝜋𝜀𝜌ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂 𝜁ώ𝜈𝜂𝜈 ό𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜋𝜄𝛼 𝛿𝜀𝜈 𝜏ό𝜈𝜀 𝜑𝜏ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜂 𝜅𝜊ύ𝜑𝜄𝛼 𝛽𝜊ή, 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜈ί𝜉𝜀𝜄 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐, 𝜇𝜊𝜈ά𝜒𝛼 𝛾𝜄𝛼 𝜈𝛼 𝜈𝜄ώ𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜉ά𝜑𝜈𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝜌𝜒ή 𝜏𝜂ς 𝛼𝜈ά𝛽𝜌𝛼ς 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜀ί𝜈’ 𝛼𝜈ά𝛾𝜅𝜂 𝜈𝛼 𝛽𝜄𝛾𝜆ί𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝛼𝜅𝜊ί𝜇𝜂𝜏𝜊ς 𝜊𝜆𝜊έ𝜈𝛼 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 ά𝜅𝜌𝜂 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜒𝜔𝜌ί𝜁𝜊𝜈𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜅ό𝜎𝜇𝜊𝜄: 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς 𝛽𝛼𝜌ύς, 𝜋𝜄𝜅𝜌ός 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜎𝜅𝜆𝛼𝛽𝜔𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝛼𝜋’ 𝜏𝛼 ί𝛿𝜄𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝛼 𝜒έ𝜌𝜄𝛼, 𝜅’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝛽𝛼𝜃ύς, 𝜋𝜆𝛼𝜏ύς, 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜋έ𝜌𝛼𝜈𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜅𝛼𝜏ώ𝜑𝜆𝜄, 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜈𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜇𝜋ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜅ά𝜋𝜊𝜏𝜀 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝜏ά𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏’ ά𝛿𝜐𝜏𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛩𝜀𝜊ύ… Ά𝛾𝛾𝜀𝜆𝜊ς 𝛴𝜄𝜅𝜀𝜆𝜄𝛼𝜈ός, «𝛴ί𝛽𝜐𝜆𝜆𝛼»
𝛵𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜀ί𝜈𝛼𝜄 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜈𝜃𝜌ώ𝜋𝜊𝜐· 𝜅’ 𝜀ύ𝜅𝜊𝜆𝜊ς 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς, 𝛾𝜄𝛼 ό𝜆𝛼 𝛼𝜋𝜊𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄, 𝜒𝛼𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝛿𝜄ά𝜅𝜊𝜋𝜂 𝛽𝛼𝛽𝜊ύ𝜌𝛼 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜅𝛼𝜃έ𝜈𝛼 𝜅ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜄𝜎𝜏𝜀ύ𝜀𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜎𝜐𝜆𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜊 ί𝛿𝜄𝜊ς ό,𝜏𝜄 𝜊𝜄 ά𝜆𝜆𝜊𝜄 𝜊𝜆𝜂𝜇𝜀𝜌ίς 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝛽ά𝜈𝜊𝜐𝜈𝜀 𝜎𝜏’ 𝛼𝜐𝜏ί 𝜏𝜊𝜐. 𝛭𝛼 𝜋𝛼𝜌𝛼𝜋ά𝜈𝜔 𝜀ί𝜈’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊ς, 𝜋’ 𝛼𝜅𝜊ύ𝜀𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏𝜊𝜈 ά𝜈𝜃𝜌𝜔𝜋𝜊 𝜔ς 𝜋𝜀𝜌ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂 𝜁ώ𝜈𝜂𝜈 ό𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜋𝜄𝛼 𝛿𝜀𝜈 𝜏ό𝜈𝜀 𝜑𝜏ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜂 𝜅𝜊ύ𝜑𝜄𝛼 𝛽𝜊ή, 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜈ί𝜉𝜀𝜄 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐, 𝜇𝜊𝜈ά𝜒𝛼 𝛾𝜄𝛼 𝜈𝛼 𝜈𝜄ώ𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜉ά𝜑𝜈𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝜌𝜒ή 𝜏𝜂ς 𝛼𝜈ά𝛽𝜌𝛼ς 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜀ί𝜈’ 𝛼𝜈ά𝛾𝜅𝜂 𝜈𝛼 𝛽𝜄𝛾𝜆ί𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝛼𝜅𝜊ί𝜇𝜂𝜏𝜊ς 𝜊𝜆𝜊έ𝜈𝛼 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 ά𝜅𝜌𝜂 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜒𝜔𝜌ί𝜁𝜊𝜈𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜅ό𝜎𝜇𝜊𝜄: 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς 𝛽𝛼𝜌ύς, 𝜋𝜄𝜅𝜌ός 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜎𝜅𝜆𝛼𝛽𝜔𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝛼𝜋’ 𝜏𝛼 ί𝛿𝜄𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝛼 𝜒έ𝜌𝜄𝛼, 𝜅’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝛽𝛼𝜃ύς, 𝜋𝜆𝛼𝜏ύς, 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜋έ𝜌𝛼𝜈𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜅𝛼𝜏ώ𝜑𝜆𝜄, 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜈𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜇𝜋ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜅ά𝜋𝜊𝜏𝜀 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝜏ά𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏’ ά𝛿𝜐𝜏𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛩𝜀𝜊ύ… Ά𝛾𝛾𝜀𝜆𝜊ς 𝛴𝜄𝜅𝜀𝜆𝜄𝛼𝜈ός, «𝛴ί𝛽𝜐𝜆𝜆𝛼»
𝛵𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜀ί𝜈𝛼𝜄 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜈𝜃𝜌ώ𝜋𝜊𝜐· 𝜅’ 𝜀ύ𝜅𝜊𝜆𝜊ς 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς, 𝛾𝜄𝛼 ό𝜆𝛼 𝛼𝜋𝜊𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄, 𝜒𝛼𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝛿𝜄ά𝜅𝜊𝜋𝜂 𝛽𝛼𝛽𝜊ύ𝜌𝛼 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜅𝛼𝜃έ𝜈𝛼 𝜅ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜄𝜎𝜏𝜀ύ𝜀𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜎𝜐𝜆𝜆𝜊𝛾𝜄έ𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜊 ί𝛿𝜄𝜊ς ό,𝜏𝜄 𝜊𝜄 ά𝜆𝜆𝜊𝜄 𝜊𝜆𝜂𝜇𝜀𝜌ίς 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝛽ά𝜈𝜊𝜐𝜈𝜀 𝜎𝜏’ 𝛼𝜐𝜏ί 𝜏𝜊𝜐. 𝛭𝛼 𝜋𝛼𝜌𝛼𝜋ά𝜈𝜔 𝜀ί𝜈’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝜆ό𝛾𝜊ς, 𝜋’ 𝛼𝜅𝜊ύ𝜀𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏𝜊𝜈 ά𝜈𝜃𝜌𝜔𝜋𝜊 𝜔ς 𝜋𝜀𝜌ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜎𝜏𝜂 𝜁ώ𝜈𝜂𝜈 ό𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜋𝜄𝛼 𝛿𝜀𝜈 𝜏ό𝜈𝜀 𝜑𝜏ά𝜈𝜀𝜄 𝜂 𝜅𝜊ύ𝜑𝜄𝛼 𝛽𝜊ή, 𝜈𝛼 𝜋𝜈ί𝜉𝜀𝜄 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝜓𝜐𝜒ή 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜋𝜊𝜐, 𝜇𝜊𝜈ά𝜒𝛼 𝛾𝜄𝛼 𝜈𝛼 𝜈𝜄ώ𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜉ά𝜑𝜈𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝜂𝜈 𝛼𝜌𝜒ή 𝜏𝜂ς 𝛼𝜈ά𝛽𝜌𝛼ς 𝜏𝜊𝜐, 𝜀ί𝜈’ 𝛼𝜈ά𝛾𝜅𝜂 𝜈𝛼 𝛽𝜄𝛾𝜆ί𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝛼𝜅𝜊ί𝜇𝜂𝜏𝜊ς 𝜊𝜆𝜊έ𝜈𝛼 𝜎𝜏𝜂𝜈 ά𝜅𝜌𝜂 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜒𝜔𝜌ί𝜁𝜊𝜈𝜏𝛼𝜄 𝛿𝜐𝜊 𝜅ό𝜎𝜇𝜊𝜄: 𝜊 έ𝜈𝛼ς 𝛽𝛼𝜌ύς, 𝜋𝜄𝜅𝜌ός 𝜅𝛼𝜄 𝜎𝜅𝜆𝛼𝛽𝜔𝜇έ𝜈𝜊ς 𝛼𝜋’ 𝜏𝛼 ί𝛿𝜄𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜏𝛼 𝜒έ𝜌𝜄𝛼, 𝜅’ έ𝜈𝛼ς ά𝜆𝜆𝜊ς 𝛽𝛼𝜃ύς, 𝜋𝜆𝛼𝜏ύς, 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛼𝜋έ𝜌𝛼𝜈𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝜅𝛼𝜏ώ𝜑𝜆𝜄, 𝜋𝜊𝜐 𝜈𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜈 𝜇𝜋ά𝜎𝜀𝜄 𝜅ά𝜋𝜊𝜏𝜀 𝜏𝜊ύ 𝜏ά𝜁𝜀𝜄 𝜇𝜀ς 𝜎𝜏’ ά𝛿𝜐𝜏𝛼 𝜏𝜊𝜐 𝛩𝜀𝜊ύ… Ά𝛾𝛾𝜀𝜆𝜊ς 𝛴𝜄𝜅𝜀𝜆𝜄𝛼𝜈ός, «𝛴ί𝛽𝜐𝜆𝜆𝛼»