In my 4th year Metaphysics class, Dr. Griffin gave us a hypothetical case. Suppose some guy named Sam sneaked (as my mother always said, there is no such word in the English language as snuck) into the grounds of the Parthenon and took, every night, one brick, while replacing it with another identical brick.  Eventually, he took and replaced all of the bricks that make up the Parthenon. Sam used the ones he took and rebuilt the historic building in his backyard.  Question: which one is the real Parthenon? The one he left behind in Greece, or the one he built in his backyard?

Well, years after graduating, I finally know the answer:  The Parthenon is in Nashville, Tennessee. 

What does a town that wants to get recognized do to, well, get recognized?  How about promote.  And I mean, promote the hell out of yourself.  In 1897 , Nashville had a 6 month exposition to put themselves on the map and let everyone know they were there.  This is long before Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn, or Dolly Parton bringing the mountains with her.  And what was one of the things that Nashville built for this exposition?  Why, the Parthenon.  No.  Really.  It’s a full scale replica of the Parthenon.  And it is incredible!

The outside is impressive enough.  But spring for the whopping $6.00 to get inside, and you will be knocked over.  On the upper floor, they have recreated a 42 foot high statue of Athena.  So outrageous is this statue, even Rob was moved to worship our favo(u)rite Goddess of War. 

Lesson: if you want to promote yourself, DO IT RIGHT!

*Lisa knows there are really no answers in metaphysics.  That’s why she did so well in it.