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14Apr
Hubris
Monday, April 14, 2008 at 07:11PM I sailed beyond the sunset and the baths of all the western stars to treat with Him, to demand my portion, as was my right, as it was the right of anyone who dared make the journey. For I knew He granted to them, the tireless few who had come before, the same as I would ask.
I walked across wide deserts, scaled the peaks of mountains, knew cities, and, even more, the minds of men who inhabited them, I slew the dragon, I confronted the abyss and laughed in the face of darkness, I was not to be stopped, temptation could not sway me, my heart did not roam, I had one goal.
He asked me why I had come, when I came to where you and your kind reside, but before I spoke, another of your number, His daughter, came to my aid and told me to rest. Eat, drink, she said, then you may speak. You saw me too, but you said nothing.
“Why have you come?” He asked, when I had finished my meal.
“Greatest of all gods, the Lord of Heaven and Earth, I entreat you now, fulfill the promise you made to me and grant me my wish.”
“Are you sure?”
In the silence that followed, I could hear the indifference of the universe to my plight. I repeated my request.
“Are you sure?” He asked again.
I gathered my courage and was about to speak once more, and then you looked at me—oh, how you looked at me, you wicked, green-eyed goddess—and I hesitated. My God, I hesitated. I hesitated before the vision you put before my eyes: my future, alas, that vast wasteland of longing, unrest, wandering, and solitude.
“Make me an immortal writer.”
“Are you sure?” He asked for the third time.
“I sacrifice the rest. Make me an immortal writer. I sacrifice the rest!”
I choked on the words, I did not wish to speak them, I wanted to turn back, to return home, to go back to the land of mortals, but my arrogance knew no bounds, I would be given satisfaction, I would taste what it is right only for the gods to taste. Then you smiled.
Aphrodite, you g*ddamn bitch.