Such is the common ground, the soil where the seeds of human hope are first planted. And yet, in the teeth of so many impossible odds, Odysseus will persevere in steadfast pursuit of a way back to where he belongs. In the teeth of so many impossible odds, Odysseus will persevere in steadfast pursuit of a way back to where he belongs. That only in our dreams may we commune with those we love, that all our waking hours remain but a nightmare? The door of death admits only one at a time, and we have all been scheduled to enter through that door.