Ariadne

by Jennifer Saint

“The gods do not know love, because they cannot imagine an end to anything they enjoy. Their passions do not burn brightly as a mortal’s passions do, because they can have whatever they desire for the rest of eternity. How could they cherish or treasure anything? Nothing to them is more than a passing amusement, and when they have done with it, there will be another and another and another, until the end of time itself. Their heroes do not know love because they only value what they can measure—the mountains they make of their enemies’ bones, the vast piles of treasure they win, and the immortal verses that are sung in their name. They see only fame and are blind to the rewards that only human life can offer, which they simply toss aside like trash. They are all fools.”

I would not let a man who knew the value of nothing make me doubt the value of myself.

Every woman alive knows that the journey through birth is a voyage between life and death, for her and the infant alike.