
Greetings from Heracles
The Greek myths are a treasure chamber of human possibilities and limits. A little foray into the life of Heracles, the greatest hero of them all, provides ample evidence of this. The setting is archaic and mythical; the knowledge gained is ageless.
As an adolescent, Heracles comes to a turning point. He is visited by two women. One is called bliss by her friends, but vice by her enemies. Somewhat confusing, because it’s a complex situation: it’s the same woman. The other woman is clear and unequivocal – no ifs or buts – telling him: No pain, no gain! Heracles must choose. That means he has no choice. How could a hero who will later take his place on Mount Olympus settle for the delicious pleasure of a life of idleness! Any course other than the arduous path to glory and admiration through virtue and hard work is out of the question. A tentative assessment suggests a rather special childhood and adolescence. But things get much tougher for our hero.
Hera, the mother of the gods, refuses to forgive her husband Zeus for siring the young Heracles with another woman, so she makes life difficult for the boy, even driving him to fits of madness. In a violent rage, Heracles throws his twelve children into the fire, and then can only expiate his crime by carrying out twelve tasks, one for each child.
The fight with the Nemean lion
The battle with the Lernaean Hydra
Simultaneous attacks are in a class of their own, even more so when paralysing poison is involved and every valiant partial victory over the beast doubles the danger. A division of labour is needed; a helper’s assistance is called for. Heracles cuts off the heads of the Hydra, while his nephew Iolaus cauterises the open stumps with flaming firebrands to stop the two heads immediately sprouting in place of each lost one. The faithful companion has set an entire grove of trees aflame for the purpose. Just nine trunks would have done the job.
The Augean stables
Vive la différence!
Some of the animal adversaries personify nature in its life-threatening reality. But Heracles is rendering this service for others as an aside. He is focused on himself and his tasks, for which immense powers are at his disposal. However, he’s not just a self-absorbed muscle man. It takes more than muscular strength to capture a hind that flees as fast as the wind. Heracles lacks neither skill nor patience. He spends a whole year pursuing the animal.
But nonetheless, there is no discernible code of ethics in the sense of a heroic morality, such as Homer ascribes to Achilles, leader of the Greeks in the Trojan War. Friendship, empathy, magnanimity? None. Head and hand yes; heart not so much. But Heracles cannot be entirely without a heart. Otherwise how could he lose it?
A lovelorn hero
Heracles has committed a murder in a violent fit of temper, and now he must atone for his misdeed by performing slave labour. He is sold as a slave to the Queen of Lydia, Omphale. Heracles suffers, yearns, loses his mind – not because he has to protect the Lydian Empire, but because he falls madly in love with Omphale.
Esteem for women in free fall? On the contrary: Femina triumphans, at least in this painting which, admittedly, turns the actual gender hierarchy of the Renaissance upside down. It is precisely this fact that may have made the picture so popular when it was first created: the artful social reversal, the man as the woman’s plaything.
A business as good as the pictures




Have a good trip!
In a nutshell
In many cases, the Greek legends reflect the eternal dreams of humankind. What if, like Heracles, we could save the world from misfortune and suffering? However, heroic songs are best sung in two voices. In addition to the upper, light voice, there is usually a lower, dark voice. Herakles sends his greetings in two voices.
What is the core of the message? The ancient myths confront us with a plethora of archetypal configurations, characters, motifs. The outlines of the conditio humana become apparent, and within them innumerable hypotheses about us. When we gaze into this cosmos, we get a sense of where we come from and who we are.


