Westerners believe in Apollo, believing that he brought warm light and vitality to human beings; they respect Athena because of his devotion to love and wisdom. Achilles cut off Apollo's golden head, resolutely, resolutely, and proudly. Because he himself is a god in reality. Kong Wu's powerful arms, light bronze splendid and lustrous skin, and smooth and pulsating muscle lines fully demonstrate this "god" from the perspective of traditional Greek body aesthetics. We applaud him for his extraordinary force, his decisive manner and his splendid spirit of personal heroism. We praise this primitive violence and wildness, which is the force endowed by nature, which is quietly hidden in the genes of human beings, when people face this epic slaughter, they will rush and roar in the narrow blood vessels.
We also sing praises to his recklessness, his maverick, "I am God," and taking the words of the foolish and greedy king as if he were a sham. His heart is firm enough, he knows what he is after. The name is left in the history, "remember me". In a way, he was the only free, independent pioneer who was redeemed by himself in the Middle Ages, surrounded by dark religions. The power of light lingered on him, exuding the magic of following, and his life was destined to be admired and praised.
What moved me most was the sociality and tenderness of Achilles as a "human". He looks like a god, but he is also human. His love and concern for his cousin, his trust and entrustment to his subordinates, and his love with Pariseis are the most touching. The love between two people who are entangled by grievances and races is bound to be broken. This tragic sense of fragmentation carries Achilles' innocence and childishness as a human being and drives the death of one of them. Before we had time to feel the beauty of this withering, we had already shed tears unconsciously. He exposed his Achilles' heel in front of her, he bore her ankles with sharp and deadly arrows. This is another way to fight against raw nature as a childish person. Because of love, he chose to die.
After his death, he was placed on a towering wooden platform. Orange-red scorching flames surrounded him, his body, his soul, spread in the sigh of endless flames, inherited by countless pairs of eyes of heroic warriors. He became eternity.
And we sing about eternity. Celebrate eternal strength, eternal struggle, love and great heroism.
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