Across the sea, chained to a rock, I see Prometheus. The harbinger of the flames that now sustained the small insects that he calls mankind is surely regretting his choice, as the Man of the Sky sends a disciple daily to tear something from his heavily body. And I, too, have committed such a sin. I brought him – and all like him – to points like this, in which repentance…
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