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Just as the gate keeper and the shaman live out on the edge of the city, curious and progressive thinkers hang out in no man’s land where the view is clear and the foraging unfettered.
Here in fact is Hermes, the Olympian god of transitions and boundaries – quick and cunning, moving freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine as emissary and messenger of the gods, intercessor between mortals and the divine, and conductor of souls into the afterlife.
He is protector and patron of travelers, herdsmen, thieves, orators and wit, literature and poets, amongst other claimants. In some myths he is a trickster and outwits other gods for his own satisfaction or the sake of humankind. We like him already.
His attributes and symbols include the herma, (a big cock thing – go figure ) the rooster (herald of the triumph of day) and the tortoise, purse or pouch, winged sandals, winged cap, and his herald’s staff, the caduceus
In the Roman adaptation of the Greek pantheon, Hermes is identified with the Roman god Mercury – another tricky fucker.