If you like art, poetry, history and cool apparel then check out this new design from our brand Spotter Up!
This t-shirt illustration is unique and it’s about a warriors struggle. Should a warrior flee reality or should he stay in the fight and wrestle with his demons? The design for the shirt is based on ancient Odysseus’ challenge to save his own men. Odysseus was the legendary Greek king of Ithaca and the hero of Homer’s epic poem the Iliad.
In Greek mythology the lotus-eaters were a race of people living on an island dominated by lotus plants. The lotus fruits and flowers were the primary food of the island and were a narcotic, causing the inhabitants to sleep in peaceful apathy.
Figuratively, ‘lotus-eater’ denotes “a person who spends their time indulging in pleasure and luxury rather than dealing with practical concerns.
Should we sleep peacefully forever in a suspended reality in order to avoid pain? Should we have pain and all that comes with it, the good and the bad? What would you choose? This is the journey of the eternal champion.
Green Beret Dan Posey
Our night vision goggles and ballistic helmet represents virtual reality as our warrior lays in the nest of poppy flowers. Should the men be rescued or should they instead be brought back home to go and live as every human does? This means he must have human aches and wounds but he also has the potential to do great things. Should our warriors come back to their children, possible reunion or divorce, and face the loss of friends, struggling with PTSD, heartache…what?!
What if they can live like men and keep fighting?! What parallels are there with Afghanistan or for the police officer dealing with crime everyday? If you like this design you can purchase it here.
Read part of a beautiful poem by Tennyson
Let what is broken so remain.
The Gods are hard to reconcile:
‘Tis hard to settle order once again.
There is confusion worse than death,
Trouble on trouble, pain on pain,
Long labour unto aged breath,
Sore task to hearts worn out by many wars
And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. -Tennyson