Under a cypress, above the sea, facing the sea, I asked myself this question and found this answer:
Certainly, the living is all: there is no life after death: and since there is no other chance than this chance, it must be enough to have beauty and kindness and time to enjoy them.
Here, on this slope, earth’s form assures me this is true. And at home, among my girls, I can find it so, each girl an affirmation.
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Why is Kleis involved in spats with Gyrinno, Helen, Myra? Why are the girls put out with her? Why can’t they agree to do the same thing at the same time?
Why is there so much unrest and dissatisfaction everywhere? Corinth, Sparta, Argos, Sicyon...the news reaches us by boat.
Why is Phaon far at sea, headed for Byzantium?
It seems to be a world of questions.
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When I think how many gods exist, I am shocked by man’s confusion and gullibility.