The Oracle said:
– The Queen’s name was once forbidden to pronounce. Although it was an ordinary royal name and did not hint at anything special: not a forbidden religion, not a race, not even a foot size.
Both mom and dad, though young, were already infinitely wise. They protected their son from unnecessary knowledge. They knew perfectly well what the queen’s name was, but stubbornly kept silent.
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Herostratus burned the temple, and his name should have been consigned to eternal oblivion, but it turned out the other way around: ask any pimply idiot what seven times eight is, and he won’t tell you, but ask who burned the temple of Artemis, and he’ll remember someone’s temple and Herostratus.
This is what forbidden fruit means. You can’t burn such knowledge out of your brain with a hot iron, or even with a dotted wave infractor.
This knowledge has shadows that are unknown where they will one day emerge in the brain, and what will happen to the carrier of such a brain. This was the only case that contradicted the saying: knowledge is never superfluous.
That’s why the parents were silent. But they talked a lot in front of the child about everything else, on the edge of danger, on the edge of decency, on the edge of secrecy.