“I’ll tell a secret, something they don’t tell you in your temple.

The tower where the gods are mounted on,

They look down at us.

You know this?”

“I know this. We are under them for a reason, looking up.”

“They do not look down at us.

They envy us.”

“That is no secret. That is no truth.”

“It is.

With each lightening strike, they punish us for their envy.

Do you know why they envy us?”

“…

…

…

….No.”

“It is because we are mortal.

For any moment is our last.

Beauty is from our doom.”

The other man does not respond.

“Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed,

Meaning springs from mortality.”

“Truly?”

“Indeed.

Remember this, boy.

The gods envy us.

Not the other way around.”