Book of philosophers

My name is Tales, I am a rich man, and now I am taking a trip. Sitting and lost in thought, my eyes fixed on a blue wonder, called water. Since my early age water has fascinated me! Yes. This component is my important golden finger, and how could it not be? We are in the third Olympiad, according to the Metonic cycle. I currently have some tools with me that will help me on this trip to Babylon. In my memories my father, Exáminos, during his free time he pitied me, so, being a merchant who believed only that life was about accumulating dracmas, he was not very religious. Father. One day he told me a legend, of how the world was created. First came khaos, from which gods were created, called primordial: Chaos represented the emptiness and disorder of nature; Then, Gaia, mother nature and generator of life, and finally, Uranus, the God of heaven. From the courtship between Gaia and Uranus all the children of the gods were born. It followed that, my father would happily tell me, when he did so, we would spend a long time in the open air. As soon as he finished, I started peppering him with questions like, "Why didn't these gods ever show up when we needed them?" "If Khaos is the absence of something, is there something that explains it?" "And if this thing exists, it must be part of you, of the gods, which would explain the sun and water being the best components for life!"