The ancients weaved a memorable tale that was imparted whenever a person attempted to transcend their human limitations or during those rare times when a mortal behaved as if they were above the reproach of the very Gods, themselves.
And the story they told was of a defiantly brazen girl named Arachne.
Long ago, Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom became aware of a mortal’s foolish actions. The armor clad deity was told of a girl named Arachne, who although orphaned at a young age, learned to weave intricate patterns in cloth in order to make her way in the world. Arachne’s exceptional talent in this difficult art form became highly skilled over time, honed by her tenacity and consistent hard work. In fictitious fact, the girl’s weaving abilities became so wildly popular, Arachne decided to showcase her masterful artistry by opening her own gallery in ancient Athens called “The Weave”.
It was at “The Weave” that Athena’s High Priestesses approached Arachne recommending she donate some of her ever-growing abundance as a token of thanksgiving to the city’s patron deity which in turn would be used to maintain the upkeep of the goddess of wisdom’s great temple called “The Parthenon” which still stands to this very day.
Unfortunately, the High priestesses requests were abruptly and very rudely denied.
Arachne responded to the clerics’ suggestion by demanding they remove themselves from her gallery and never return, since it was quite obvious her magnificent weaving skills didn’t need the help of some washed up goddess with a run-down temple.
After learning of this defiant display of hubris, the Goddess of both War and Wisdom had to see for herself if this mortal girl was indeed so daring as to intimate that she was greater than the very Gods, themselves. Upon descending from the Heavens, Athena masked over her divinity and assumed human form.
The Goddess entered The Weave disguised as a kindly natured, wrinkled crone who was very advanced in human years. As Athena slowly shuffled into the gallery in the form of a frail old woman, Arachne approached the concealed deity and asked in her general direction rather disingenuously, “Can I help you?”
“Perhaps you can, Miss” Athena responded in a gentle, grandmotherly voice, “I was interested in weaving a lovely scene involving owls.”
“Owls? No one weaves owl scenes anymore. Phoenix imagery is what’s hot these days. Fire Birds are what you see on the latest models of luxury chariot and are the only design of choice in tunic high fashion.” Arachne retorted.
“That may be so”, the crone feigned in agreement, “but the owl is the favored animal of the great goddess whom our fair city is named after, Athena, and...”
Arachne loudly interrupted Athena in mid-sentence as she threw her head back and scoffingly laughed in rebuttal.
“Here we go again!” The mortal girl marvelled in mocking disbelief. “Yet another one wasting their time and energy trying to please those nothings from the past, the great and mighty “Gods”. Look around, Lady! This amazing gallery and everything in it is here because of me and my incredible talent, and not because of some dusty old goddess or me weaving pictures of her furball coughing birds.”
The elderly woman flatly stared at Arachne, unresponsive and unplussed by the girl’s self-adulation.
“Fine. Owls it is, Grandma.” Arachne’s eyes rolled harder than the fastest moving chariot wheel as she brusquely went behind the gallery’s main counter and through the curtain of the ancient weaving supply room. Despite being out of view, the foolish girl continued to rant insults to those who were divine as she grabbed the proper needles and necessary weaving materials.
“Besides, why would anyone want to pay homage to a goddess that dresses like that battle-axe Athena, anyway?” Arachne mused from behind the supply room curtain. “You’d think from all that armor, the Goddess of Wisdom’s really a eunuch and not even a…”
“Woman?” Athena said, finishing the indiscrete girl’s sentence.
Arachne emerged from the supply room only to discover the decrepit old lady had now transformed into the Goddess of Wisdom, herself, glorious in her divinity and resplendent in her shining armor of breast plate, spear, and helmet.
Arachne stopped, motionless and slack-jawed. But only for a few moments.
Much to Athena’s shock, the impetuous girl flung the weaving supplies she had in hand before her feet, looked Athena in the eye and challenged the goddess of wisdom in a most brazen tone, saying, “You think you’re better than me?? The great Arachne begs to differ. I challenge you to see who’s the better weaver.”
The goddess was so taken by the girl’s effrontery that Athena actually began a response of acceptance to Arachne’s weave off challenge. Upon remembering her divinity however, Athena stood back, lifted her spear high over her head and decreed:
“Hear me, vain and foolish mortal! You dare compare your skills to mine, and within the walls of my own city? You shall repent your boast! The great Arachne shall continue to weave her creations unlike any mortal, each of which shall be undone by the slightest wind or the softest rain, for which she is doomed to create again and again, for all Eternity.”
Arachne immediately sensed something was very amiss as she felt her abdomen begin to harden. As the girl fell to the ground, she screamed in anguish as her sides began to split open with a most intensely burning pain. Numerous leg-like appendages proceeded to spring forth from her body, which of itself, shrank more and more until the former human now bore 8 legs and was the size of her formerly human hand.
The first Arachnid, or spider, had been created.
We mortals must always remember we are the vessels of divine inspiration and never the source. Surely as the spider’s web is uplifted by a balmy breeze in mid-Spring or washed away after a gentle Autumn rain.
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