My son must live. There is no must to the lift of a mortal, except death.

My son must live. There is no must to the life of a mortal, except death.

Overhead the constellations dip and wheel. My divinity shines in me like the last rays of the sun before they drown in the sea. I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands.

I will not sentence myself to such a living death.