channelling my ever-grotesque rage

Thursday, January 20, 2005

How Poor Art Thou, Oh, Prometheus!

Prometheus was a titan (giant) in Greek Mythology. He stole fire from Hesphaistos (god of fire, who was also the son of Zeus- the ruling God of the Gods in the Olympus) and gave it to mortals (humans).

Zeus, of course, got furious and decided to punish Prometheus. Hephaistos chained him on Zeus' order to a rock at the end of the world. A giant eagle went to him every day and feast on his heart. As Prometheus was a titan, his heart would regenerate each night so the torture would countinue each following day. That went on for years.

So my friend, if your heart is broken, it will heal sooner or later. But when it's finally healed, you will get it broken all over again... and then healed and broken again. It will go on and on and on till you breathe the last breath of your life.

Yes, we, mortals are THAT strong like our friend who stole fire for us, Prometheus!

1 Comments:

At 10:31 PM, Blogger Roti & Kopi said...

Kak Chika, ini WURI, S. Inggris UI 2001. Aku tau blog ini dari INTAN (sourcreamnonion). Aku suka posting yg ini! Ceritanya di-draw dari cerita lain trs disambungin (ini namanya "allusion" bukan, yah?). Selain itu, posting in singkat tapi maknanya tepat sasaran & dalem! Kerja bagus! Good job! (",)

 

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