I apologize for the lack of activity on here. Work's been...disappointing. I keep looking at the calendar and thinking that it's still august. Fucking september didn't even happen. Anyway.
A story for you. The titans made the earth. In the old style, Epimetheus did the gifting, and Prometheus supervised. Epimetheus provided beastkind with all manner of bling, courage and strength, sagacity, wings and claws and acid spit. When it came to man, though, he was at a loss. Prometheus stepped in and laid out the goods. Courage, wisdom, high learning. A cool pair of wrap around shades. Man got it all.
But the Titans didn't make woman. Jupiter, a god, made the first woman for revenge. Prometheus and his brother Epimetheus stole fire from the gods, and Jupiter was sore. So he made a gift, and he made it a weapon, and he made it so pretty that the Titans couldn't turn it down. The gods got together and contributed their little bit to the plan. Venus gave her the hot, Mercury gave her the bluff, Apollo gave her pipes. The perfect weapon. Her name was Pandora.
Epimetheus was pleased. He kept the woman on his desk, along with a really nice pen, a picture of a puppy on a beach, some flowers, and the Jar of Utter Darkness. The JUD was a little clay pot, with a stopper, and in it Epimetheus kept all the stuff he had decided to not gift the various creatures in the world. Diseases, jealousy, anger, pettiness. Shit like that. On the same desk as the woman. Slick.
One day, while Epimetheus was, I don't know, out watering Iceland or something, Pandora started wandering the desk. Oh what a cute puppy! Ah, these flowers smell nice! I wonder what's in this jar! Crash!
And, as you know, everything went to shit. Crap crap crap. But wait! What's this! At the bottom of the jar! It's HOPE! Yes, even in this, our darkest most woman induced hour, we have hope. Oh, praise be.
So, this is the fucking point. They made us without hope. Fucking remember that.