Medea

Today you're 5

and I want to tell you the truth.

You're not my son and I didn't find

you in the sea, it was all lies.

You're not a liar, but I am.

I enjoy telling lies.

Are you sorry to find out

you're not my son...

...that I'm neither your father

or mother?

It all started

because of a ram's hide.

There was a talking ram,

it was divine.

Hermes gave the ram to Nefele

so she could save her sons.

Ino wanted to kill them.

Ino was the wife of Cadmo

and second wife of Atamante.

Atamante was the son of Eolo,

the wind god...

Ino had also been Eolo's wife.

Anyway,

it was all a matter of jealousy.

The ram had a golden fleece...

...and managed to carry Frisso,

one of Nefele's sons, across the sea.

Frisso arrived in the city of Ea:

ruled by Eta, the sun's son.

Ea welcomed Frisso...

...and to give thanks to Zeus,

sacrificed the golden ram.

Eolo's descendants

wanted to get the fleece back...

...because it brought the king luck.

It guaranteed

a long and peaceful reign.

They tried everything to get it back,

but they didn't succeed.

They didn't succeed.

Little boy,

you are a descendant of Eolo...

...because you are

a grandson of Atamanta...

...who was king of Olco,

a city nearby.

It was rich with sheep and grain,

all the property of the king.

Your Uncle Pelia imprisoned

your father and usurped the throne.

The kingdom awaits you

and I've kept you safe here.

Have you understood?

It's a rather complicated story...

...because it made up of facts,

not thoughts.

Everything's sacred,

everything's sacred.

Remember, my boy:

there's nothing natural in nature.

When it seems natural to you,

it'll be the end.

Something else will start.

Good-bye sky, good-bye sea.

What a beautiful sky!

Close...

Happy...

Don't you think

that just a little piece is natural?

That it could be possessed by a god?

The sea too.

On this day, when you're 13

and fish with your feet in the water.

Look behind you, what do you see?

Anything natural?

What you see is an apparition.

With clouds reflected

in the still, heavy water...

...at three in the afternoon.

Look at that black streak on the sea...

...shining and pink like oil.

The shadows of the trees

and the reeds.

A god is hidden everywhere you look.

If he isn't, he's left traces

of his scared presence:

...the silence, the smell of grass,

the chill of fresh water.

Yes, everything's sacred.

But sanctity is also a curse.

Whilst the gods love, they also hate.

Maybe you think that besides

being a liar, I'm also too poetic.

But for ancient man, myths and rituals

are concrete experiences...

...which are even included

in his daily existence.

For him, reality

is a totally perfect unit...

...and the emotion he feels at the sight

of a summer sky, for example...

...equals the more internal, personal

experiences of modern man.

You'll go to your Uncle, who stole

your throne, and reclaim your rights.

To eliminate you,

he'll have to come up with an excuse.

He'll send you on a quest,

maybe to retrieve the golden fleece.

That way, you'll travel

to a distant land across the sea.

You'll experience things in a world

we can only imagine.

Life there is very realistic.

Because only he who is mythical

is realistic and vice versa.

This is what

our divine reason foresees.

That which it can't foresee, sadly,

are the errors it will lead you to.

Who knows how many there'll be?

That which man has witnessed

in the cultivation of grains...

...that which he has understood

from seeds as they are reborn...

...represents a definite lesson:

...the resurrection.

But this lesson no longer useful.

That which he has gleaned from seeds

holds no more meaning for you.

It's like a distant memory

that no longer affects you.

In fact, there are no gods.

Give life to the seed

and be reborn with the seed.

Wait for me here.

Dear uncle,

I have come to reclaim my kingdom.

I'll give it back, but you give me

something for the communal good.

- What do you mean?

- There's a symbol of the perrenity...

...of power and order.

This symbol is the golden fleece

of the sacred ram.

It is to be found in a distant land,

across the sea...

...which no one has visited.

If you bring the golden fleece

back to our city...

I'll give back the kingdom.

- What fine horses!

- Let's take them!

Here, pray for us!

Get me ready,

I want to go to the temple.

Come on, wake up!

- Come with me.

- Where?

Come with me!

Help me steal the fleece.

What's happening?

- What is it?

- A woman's coming in a cart!

With a golden ram's fleece!

Don't be stupid!

Get the horses ready.

This place will cave in,

it has no support!

Don't pray to god

because he blesses your tents!

Don't repeat god's first act!

You don't search for the centre!

Don't mark the centre! No!

Find a tree!

A staff! A stone!

Earth, talk to me!

Let me hear your voice!

I no longer recall your voice.

Sun, talk to me!

Where is the place

in which I can hear your voice?

Earth, talk to me! Sun, talk to me!

Perhaps you're disappearing!

I no longer hear what you say!

You, grass, talk to me!

You, rock, talk to me!

Earth, where are you?

Where can I find you again?

Where is the bond

that joined you to the sun?

My feet touch the ground

and I don't recognize it.

My eyes look at the sun

and I don't recognize it.

Today you will experience

something unexpected.

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