"[...] I will recount an ancient legend that I heard from the mouth of a man who was no longer young. For Critias, at that time, as he said, was almost ninety years old, and I was about ten years old. But it was the day of the Festival of Illusion. During this time, the traditional festival for us boys also took place. Our fathers offered us prizes for reciting songs. Many poems by various poets were recited, and as something new at the time, many of us boys also sang poems by Solon. Then one of the community's neighbors—whether this was his genuine opinion at the time or if he wanted to please Critias—said he believed Solon was not only the wisest but also the most intelligent among all poets. The old man, I remember well, was very pleased and, smiling, replied: If only, friend Amynandros, he had not treated writing as a side matter but, like others, pursued it with full seriousness and completed the story he brought from Egypt, rather than being forced to abandon it because of the unrest and other improper circumstances he encountered upon his return. If he had done so, I believe neither Hesiod nor Homer nor any other poet would have achieved greater poetic fame than he.
What was this story, Critias? he asked. "Certainly the greatest and justly celebrated heroic deed our city ever accomplished, of which no news has reached us due to the passage of time and the destruction of its perpetrators. Tell him, the other asked, from the beginning, what and how and from whom Solon heard it, which he narrated as a true event.
It is in Egypt, he replied, in the Delta, at the apex where the Nile divides, a province called Saitic, whose largest city is Sais, also the home of King Amasis. This city has a patron goddess called Neith in Egyptian, and in Greek, she is known as Athena, so they say. The inhabitants, however, claim they are great friends of the Athenians and, in a certain way, related to the natives. Solon said he traveled there, was received with great honor, and, when he questioned the priests most knowledgeable about ancient times, discovered that neither he nor any other Greek knew the slightest thing about such matters.
However, to prompt them to speak of ancient times, he began recounting the oldest stories of his homeland, about Phoroneus, who is called the First, and about Niobe, and, after the flood, the legend of Deucalion and Pyrrha, how they successfully survived. He listed their descendants and, reflecting on the years that had passed since the events of the legend, tried to calculate the dates. Then an elderly priest said: 'Ah, Solon, Solon! You Greeks are always children, and no Greek is truly old.' 'Why? What do you mean?' he asked upon hearing this. 'You are all young in spirit,' he replied, ‘because you have no ancient beliefs based on old traditions, nor any knowledge that has grown gray with time. And therein lies the reason.’
Many and various destructions of humanity have occurred and will occur, the greatest through fire and water, others, lesser ones, through a thousand other calamities. At least the story you tell among yourselves, that once Phaethon, the son of Helios, took his father's chariot and burned the surface of the earth because he could not follow his father's course, and then perished himself, struck by lightning—this is told as a myth. But its truth lies in the deviations of the celestial bodies circling the earth and the destruction on earth caused by mighty fires that occur at long intervals.
Those living in the mountains and in high, dry regions perish more quickly than those near rivers and the sea. But the Nile, which also brings us salvation, protects us from such disasters through its overflowing. When the gods, on the other hand, flood the earth with water to cleanse it, then the livestock and shepherds on the mountains survive, but those living in your cities are swept into the sea by the streams.
In this land, however, water never floods over the fields from above, but it rises naturally from below. Therefore, and for these reasons, it is said that what is preserved here has been kept as the oldest. But the truth is that everywhere, where excessive cold or heat does not forbid it, a larger or smaller number of people live. What happened among you or here or in other places reported to us—great and beautiful deeds or other remarkable events—all this is recorded and preserved here in the temples from ancient times.
Among you and other nations, however, they were just beginning to develop writing and all the other essentials for states when, after the usual interval, a flood from heaven descended upon them like a disease, leaving only those among you who were illiterate and uneducated, so you effectively returned to a youthful state, unaware of what had happened in ancient times both here and among yourselves. Thus, what you have just told about the ancient generations among you, O Solon, differs little from children's stories, for you remember only one flood, though there have been many.
Thus, you are also unaware that the finest and most outstanding race of men in your land, from which you and your present state originate, arose when a tiny seed of it remained. This was hidden from you because the survivors lacked the language of writing for many generations. For once, O Solon, before the greatest devastation caused by the flood, the state now called Athens was the bravest in war and distinguished itself most of all for its good governance. It is said to have accomplished the finest deeds and created the best institutions of any under the sun known to us.
Solon himself said he was astonished to hear this and urged the priests to recount everything about his ancestors in detail. 'This account,' said the priest, ‘I will not withhold from you, Solon, but I will share it with you for your sake and the sake of your city, and above all for the sake of the goddess to whom your land and ours were allotted by lot, and who caused both to flourish, yours a thousand years earlier, as she nurtured your people from Hephaestus and the earth, and later ours.’
But the number of years since the founding of our state here is given in the sacred writings as eight thousand years. Now I will briefly tell you about the laws and the greatest heroic deed accomplished by your fellow citizens nine thousand years ago. We will later discuss everything in more detail by consulting the writings. Conclude about their laws from those practiced here, for many similar ones that existed among you then can now be found here.
First, the class of priests, separate from the others; then the class of craftsmen, each of whom conducts their business separately from the others; and the classes of shepherds, hunters, and farmers. The class of warriors, who are legally devoted solely to war, is also separate from the others.
Moreover, the type of armor with shield and spear is the same as what we first used among the inhabitants of Asia, as the goddess taught us, just as she first did among you in that region.
As for intellectual cultivation, you can see how much care the legislation here has given it from the beginning, concerning both the order of the cosmos—deriving everything in general for human affairs from these divine matters—and acquiring all other related knowledge, including divination and the art of healing for health.
Thus, as the goddess first provided you with this entire organization and education, she also assigned you your dwelling place and chose the site of your origin, recognizing in the favorable alternation of seasons that it would produce the most intelligent inhabitants. Favoring war and wisdom, the goddess selected the site destined to produce the first people to come to her and founded a state there first. In this state, you lived under such laws and an even more perfect constitution, excelling in every virtue above all men, as could be expected from you as descendants and students of the gods.