There was Milo of Croton, so strong that he won Olympic titles
six-times over, and innumerably so many other titles, his legend
was carved in statues and romantic literature down the ages.
He even carried his own bronze statue. I have not sought fame and yet borne immense burdens!
You know Milo, you only started with carrying a calf and gained
strength over the years by transporting the bull. But I was just
thrust into the arena, the entirety of heavy weights, just from my inception.
No step-by-step training for me! How strong could I have become
in a tender infancy, unconscious, of its own bearing and strength.
I was strong even in my dismemberment, when you actually discovered
your frailty in the limbs of the tree that locked your hands, so you were
incapicitated and ultimately eaten by wolves. I am the spirit that learnt
to survive after being incapicitated and devoured. It was me who portered
Olympus to its location in Hellas! Even Zeus knows that! Would he have
been enthroned there as the suzerain, if it hadn’t been for me, who conceived him!
I encouraged the Minoan Minotaur as he consumed Sapiens Men; it was not me who
brought his downfall and death in his own labyrinth, but the treachery of an Age.
You can see I am more than just a wizard who breathes fire, earth and air, a world forms
after its dissipation into another world, because the spirit of me is not devoured or finished
by those who want to defeat me, even my ingenuity seems like a series of seeming accidents
against all the treachery. How should my honesty be their spear they use to pierce me!
I am a trident to their fork-tongues. My foundation is like mountains, a one-eyed
one-peaked pyramid. You may call this an expanding universe. But I live in diminution,
in imprisoned theatres of existence, like even the mountain I am is not stronger than the
sea, so that they only underestimate me! Do I have the knowing or unknowing of
the immense size of my geography? Even my defeat is the legacy of my triumphant eternity!
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