Doxa (from ancient Greek δόξα, "glory", "praise" from δοκεῖν dokein, "to appear", "to seem", "to think" and "to accept" ) is a Greek word meaning common belief or popular opinion. Used by the Greek rhetoricians as a tool for the formation of argument by using common opinions, the doxa was often manipulated by sophists to persuade the people, leading to Plato's condemnation of Athenian democracy.
The word doxa picked up a new meaning between the 3rd and 1st centuries BC when the Septuagint translated the Hebrew word for "glory" (כבוד, kavod) as doxa. This translation of the Hebrew Scriptures was used by the early church and is quoted frequently by the New Testament authors. The effects of this new meaning of doxa as "glory" is made evident by the ubiquitous use of the word throughout the New Testament and in the worship services of the Greek Orthodox Church, where the glorification of God in true worship is also seen as true belief. In that context, doxa reflects behavior or practice in worship, and the belief of the whole church rather than personal opinion. It is the unification of these multiple meanings of doxa that is reflected in the modern terms of orthodoxy and heterodoxy. This semantic merging in the word doxa is also seen in Russian word слава (slava), which means glory, but is used with the meaning of belief, opinion in words like православие (pravoslavie, meaning orthodoxy, or, literally, true belief).
Doxa is a small but well-known cave in Marathos.
There is a taverna located right next to the mouth of the cave. You can borrow flashlights at this taverna which is essential to go into the cave.
From the entrance begins a downhill corridor which leads to 4 rooms. The name Doxa means glory in Greek.
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This is the reason why I can't sleep tonight
they're killing on my left
dying on my right
Everywhere I look fills me with fear
beliefs I once had become so unclear.
I dare to rub out the lines draw from a new idea
but I'm stuck in this prison
stuck in this prison
no one can help me break free
Born sick commanded to be well
stuck in a losing struggle
it's a dark existence meaningless and cold
impossible to escape from
Trapped inside this fist of rage
held down by the hand that made me
there is no escape while the shepherds block the gates
Now do I qualify for survival
I don't fear death like an American idol
are we the ones that have to bleed
what luck that we don't think
Silent screams who wants to testify
instinctively we try to hide
breathlessly I hope to re-design
how I think amongst all these painted smiles
Nothing is set in stone
we fuel the machine that feeds of the death of our own
nothing is what it seems
we follow the trend that keeps us in time
what is real?
Nothing is set in stone
We fuel the machine that's feeds of the death of our own
Straight away I wont hesitate to call you out
Straight away I can see that your all afraid
its time to make up your own mind its time to make yourselves
Rectify beliefs