by Richard Lau

In Ancient Greece, those seeking a peek into the future or the intent of the gods would be best served at the Temple of Apollo at Delphi.
Located on the slope of Mount Parnassus, the temple was home to the Pythia, a high priestess who, in exchange for expensive gifts, donations, or sacrifices, would sink into a trance, possibly becoming possessed by the god Apollo himself.
She then would give a cryptic answer to whatever question she had been asked, and her words were written down by another member of the religious order and translated into an equally ambiguous poem. The correct interpretation of this prophecy was the full responsibility of the questioner who bore the brunt of either tragedy or blessing.
Yet, the Oracle of Delphi continued to be consulted by the wealthy and powerful on matters of state, politics, war, and religion.
Until it wasn’t.
There were many suspected reasons for this loss of credibility and trust, ranging from the Romans seizing Delphi, the influence of foreign cultures, to the rise of Christianity.
However, a recently discovered papyrus scroll now reveals the full story. A translation follows.
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Anniversaries made Zeus grumpy. In his defense, what do you get a goddess who has everything? When he’d ask Hera what she wanted, she’d always answer “Fidelity,” the one thing he could not give her.
However, it was Pandora’s anniversary that was currently troubling the king of gods. After her brother-in-law Prometheus gave the humans fire, Zeus had given her a wedding box containing the evils of the world (all manners of deadly scourges from disease to hunger), knowing that her curiosity would eventually lead her to open the box and unleash these ills to torment humankind.
Now Prometheus had again given the humans a gift, this time the secret of dark energy. The Titan was once more shackled to Mount Caucasus, but Zeus still longed to punish the recipients of this latest illicit endowment and Prometheus’ undying love.
On Olympus, Zeus consulted a wise elder god named Schrodingememnon who said, “Why not give the humans some new torment, something that will distract them, give them something to focus on instead of finding applications for dark energy?”
“An excellent idea, my friend!” praised Zeus, chest puffing out like a swan’s, which wasn’t that difficult, for it was the form the god had taken. “But what will distract them? And how?”
Schrodingememnon smiled. “There’s an idea I’ve been toying with…”
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“Beware of Greeks bearing gifts,” the seated Pandora whispered to her husband.
“That goes double for Greek gods,” Epimetheus muttered back.
Zeus was too preoccupied with his proclamation to notice the wariness of the couple. “Pandora! Epimetheus! I come to celebrate your anniversary!”
“By releasing my brother?” inquired Epimetheus without much hope.
“No!” Zeus gave a shrug, as if the matter was out of his control. “Prometheus is getting the punishment he deserves for giving away the secret of my sacred thunderbolt. But I am here to honor you and the occasion with a gift!”
“Not another box!” lamented Pandora, as Zeus dropped a large, closed container onto her lap. “What mischief exists in this one?”
Zeus tried to look as innocent as a shepherd boy…who had been questioned about napping when his sheep went missing. “Merely, a cat.”
“A cat?” Pandora’s mood changed immediately. “How sweet!”
She moved to open the box, but Zeus stopped her.
Zeus smiled. “It could be a dead cat.”
“A dead cat?” Pandora was feeling whiplashed. “How mean! Why would you do that?”
“He is Zeus,” stated her husband matter-of-factly.
The king of Olympus accepted the comment with pride. “Or it could be a live cat. Currently, it’s both.”
Perplexed, Pandora asked “How can it be both?”
Zeus recalled what Schrodingememnon had told him. “The cat exists in a quantum state, which will resolve itself upon your opening of the box. With your viewing of the cat, it will reach its final stage of either being completely alive or dead. Happy anniversary!”
And with a wave of his hand, a puff of cloud, and a hearty laugh, Zeus vanished.
“A real bastard, that one,” murmured Epimetheus.
“What can I do?” cried Pandora. “I can’t stand the thought of a live cat being trapped inside the box, but if I open it, I may end up killing it!”
Like Atlas, Epimetheus shrugged. “Perhaps you shouldn’t have accepted the gift. Perhaps my brother shouldn’t have given dark energy to the humans.”
Pandora snapped, “Thank you, Mr. I-told-you-so-theus!”
True to form, Epimetheus realized when he had said too much. “My gift of hindsight is of no use in this case. Perhaps you should consult the Oracle of Delphi?”
“Why not?” answered Pandora, still sore. “I know just who to sacrifice, too!”
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Pandora brought her box and her problem to the High Priestess. “Before I open the box, can you tell me if the cat inside is alive or dead? If the cat is already dead, then I have no problem opening the box. And if the cat is alive, I can’t leave it in there to starve and die. But if it is somehow both, and I cause its death, …well, I’d never be able to forgive myself!”
The Pythia went into her trance and tried to gaze into the box. Immediately, she spoke of the sea and foreign lands.
“Forms of waves collapsing
On the shores of many different yet similar worlds.”
Then her blank eyes opened wide, as if peering into a bottomless chasm.
“If episteme falls into a black abyss, is the information permanently lost? No! Zeus does not play knucklebones with the universe!”
For the Pythia, she saw not a cat, alive or dead, but a menacing creature stretching out winding tentacles from the dark depths of the box. What she saw possessed a confusing duality of being there and not being there, a coherent decoherence, a position superior to all other positions, a spooky action at a distance that unforgivingly ensnared and twisted her mind and thoughts.
And so, she babbled maddeningly about nonlocality, decoherence, entanglement, and superpositions. The temple scribes couldn’t make sense of what she was saying, but this was the usual routine, so they faithfully documented her ramblings.
[Editor’s Note: The document is known today as the EPR (Enigmatic Pythian Revelation) paradox and continues to puzzle philosophers around the world.]
Then, to the surprise of all who were present, the Pythia hopped off her tripod and rushed into one of the two private chambers near the rear of the temple. Those who saw her enter one door insisted that she was in that particular adyton. However, others who didn’t directly observe which door she had used, swore that they could hear her in both rooms!
Afterwards, temple workers and patrons had trouble locating the high priestess. If they knew where she was, they didn’t know where she was going. If they knew her direction and speed, they did not know where she was.
The populace started to view the temple in disfavor: how could the Oracle of Delphi help them if it couldn’t explain what was going on within its own walls? Was Apollo, the god of light, a deity of particles or waves? Both, came the maddening answer.
And soon, the Oracle of Delphi was no more.
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Bio:
Richard Lau is an award-winning writer who is published in magazines, newspapers, and anthologies, as well as in the high-tech industry and online.
Philosophy Note:
In “Another White Elephant?” (December 2024 Issue of Sci Phi Journal), Prometheus gives the secret of dark energy to humanity. In the sequel “What Happened at Delphi,” Zeus finds a way to distract humanity from developing dark energy technology by once again giving Pandora a box. In this sequel, I address the saying “The more you know, the less you know” and, in this way, is “the gift of knowledge” a sort of white elephant itself?
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