#grapevine

Temple of Bel  (3D)

Palmyra (Tadmor),Syria

32 CE

Part I (exterior) || Part II (interior) || Part III (surrounding precinct)

The Temple of Bel (Baal) was a temple located in Palmyra, and consecrated to the Mesopotamian god Bel, worshipped at Palmyra in triad with the lunar god Aglibol and the sun god Yarhibol, who together formed the center of religious life in Palmyra.

The temple was built on a tell with stratification indicating human occupation that goes back to the third millennium BCE. The area was occupied in pre-Roman periods with a former temple that is usually referred to as “the first temple of Bel” and “the Hellenistic temple”. The walls of the temenos and propylaea were constructed in the late first and the first half of the second century CE. The names of three Greeks who worked on the construction of the temple of Bel are known through inscriptions, including a probably Greek architect named Alexandras (Greek: Αλεξάνδρας). However, many Palmyrenes adopted Greco-Roman names and native citizens with the name Alexander are attested in the city.

A discussion of its architectural features demonstrates both the plurality of artistic and architectural styles in the ancient Mediterranean, and the numerous cultures that frequently overlapped and inter-mixed there. Although an inscription attests to the temple’s dedication in 32 CE, its completion was gradual with major architectural elements added over the course of the first and second centuries.

The organization of the temple’s ground plan derive from the traditions of eastern ritual architecture, including independent shrines for distinct divinities and, notably, the bent-axis approach to the cult (i.e. the architecture requires the celebrant to enter the temple and turn 90 degrees in order to view the offering table and cult area). The architectural elements employed in the temple’s elevation however, derive from the Graeco-Roman canon, including the use of the Corinthian order as well as various architectural elements of that adorn the frieze course and roofline .In its outward appearance, the temple seems to derive from the canon of Hellenistic Greek architecture .The temple itself sits within a bounded, architectural precinct measuring approximately 205 meters per side. This precinct, surrounded by a portico (a colonnaded entryway), encloses the temple of Bel as well as other cult buildings. The temple itself has a very deep foundation that supports a stepped platform. At the level of the stylobate (the platform atop the steps) the area measures 55 x 30 meters and the cella (the inner chamber of the temple that held the cult statue), stands over 14 meters in height and measures 39.45 x 13.86 meters.

Palmyra’s remarkable 2,000-year-old Temple of Bel was demolished in an atrocious crime against mankind and history in August 2015 by the Islamic militant group ISIS. (post-destruction 3D)

Fragments in the courtyard

Sources:1,2,3

William Wyatt Hauptle (1992- ) written in 2009.

I am but a child in the line,
Been a tied to the grapevine
Spinning round the table so long–
And my time is a blessing
So let me be free to pretend as I please!

I been dreaming of you–

And together we ride into the depths of our minds

Do you ever lie to the man
And you try to understand
What your mind is crammed full of?
Hopes and dreams and impossible things,
I’m here to sing it’s okay to wonder yeah–
And I can tell you all my life
I’ve been told to follow in line
“Hold on to the grapevine
Never question, nevermind the dreams”
But what do they mean? Yeah

I been dreaming of you–

And forever we fly to the west and we find the truth

You know how there are friends you tell personal things to, because they’ve earned that trust by sticking with you and you reward that by giving them a part of your story? It’s terrible how the habit of gossiping completely negates that.

Like, there are parts of my life that are so private, stories that are mine to narrate, to people who have stayed in my life and have worked for the right to know those things about me, yet, like a spark leading to a fire, these stories are told and retold, to people who don’t even give a damn about me to have the privilege of being privy to that particular bit of my life, by people who have stumbled across some things by happenstance.

Maybe an interesting way to think about it would be that when you hear a story about someone, to stop and think, whether this would be something that person would’ve told you of their own accord. If you do think they would, wait for them to reveal in their own time. If you think they wouldn’t, realise that it’s not in your place to have that bit of knowledge and never speak of it again.