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About 30 years ago I did a diploma or something in tour guiding, there was an attempt to educate or professionalise the industry. One might think given the ancient dependence on tourism after the apples could no longer be sent to the mother country in the late 60s (more isolation) as Britain joined the common market, that we would have a dedicated team in the tourism industry, if not as mind-capturing as Ireland or as fantastical as Scotland's tartans and whisky.

So on this tour guide course we actually went around as client of various tours, partly as industry 'famils' and partly to critique the practice... Bruce was our main lead and he had done a lot of hiking/tramping/walking tours (Flanagan's "Death of a River guide" describes the era really well, the character 'boar's breath' is based on a real river guide with that nickname said Bruce).

One day Bruce was giving a history lesson on early non-Aboriginal passages across the SW, and described a particular fellow, who basically just wandered about with some flour, a rifle and two Irish hounds, crossing particularly harsh terrain of the SW, —as a GIANT striding across the landscape.

(Perhaps you have these semi-demi-mythy figures in North America??? Paul Bunyan?)

Giants and heroes and demi-gods are all members of the same set we don't really have a word for, they cross over with shamans and virgin born kiddies to a certain extent.

Gagarin, Armstrong (etc.) I would argue are giants. This is because they are the first, (or for the genus they are presumed first, or granted firstness) and so loom large in the imagination, so large that they prefigure (becoming giants) all other movements , and remain so. In Aboriginal dreaming 'creator' figures loom even larger as their actual passage creates the landscape from their movement across it. (Which I love because it is a compositional movement that composes the body, the landscape and the culture that as always then been sunglined there).

Being first is an interesting context. Herodom by accident? No wonder narcissists like the gods want to pull them down and make themselves first.... but they are only ever second, thus the lies about giants not being gods, but monsters (Robert Graves called this process iconotrophy) and then more lies about primacy being order not priority..... so it begins, that crooked timber.

I highly recommend he Chaos series on netflix -- set in 1980s Crete as the battleground of the Greek Pantheon...

Zeus grew up in a cave in Crete as a boy, votive figures have been dug up there and they predate his kindergarten days (likely a legitimacy ranking story). I made bronze versions of them.

Seems like a long time ago:

https://meika.loofs-samorzewski.com/consorts.html

https://consortstothemountaingoddess.blogspot.com/

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