It strikes me, thinking about the Titans, that the ancient Greeks assigned, not timeless attributes to their gods, but those attributes they considered most worthy. Light figures largely, as does water, but it is the mind that seems to be equivalent to these, again in reference to the Titans and their godheads.
Mnemosyne is of particular interest, as she is memory. She can be also interpreted to be thought, but the Greeks think of her as memory. It seems the meaning of these ancient gods related as much to the interior life as the exterior life. I’m quite certain the Greeks didn’t confuse the two.
Memory is considered a divine power. Which only makes sense, as who would be if not for our memory? How could humanity and consciousness grow without memory? I could be poetic and say memory is the garden bed that gives rise to the flowers of our being.
Mnemosyne is more than that. She is the mother to the Muses. Zeus beds her 9 nights in a row, and she pops out 9 muses. (One has to wonder how that worked, but let us presume the way of the Gods is unknowable, if not incomprehensible.) Hence the Muses are descended from Zeus and one of his Titan sisters not Hera. The Muses are half-sisters to Apollo and Artemis, in fact, all of Zeus’ children. They are gods.
The Muses are unique. Dwell upon that. From them, spring all human art. The Muses are the product of memory and the God of the Sky (#3). Let us conjecture art is our memory of godhood.
Memory and lightning create art. Memory and art make personal lightning. Memory and the infinite create the only time we are encouraged to raise our sight high, rise above the mud, recognize our blip of existence, and create an ambition to equal the Gods. (If only in our dreams.)
Thank you, Mnemosyne and Zeus. Thank you, you wondrous Muses.