Dionysus' Narrative

Gaiel, I am by your side.

Why do you emerge from the woods?

I, as god have heard your cries.

and what has the god of wine to offer a suffering heart?

Only that which I am lord of.

I do not need your madness.

I do not wish to give it.

I am human; born of human womb, born of godly flesh.

I am the loss of consciousness, and the loss of care.

I am intoxication. I am vulnerability.

I am escape. I am truth.

My father speaks of order. My brothers speak of virtue.

My sister speaks of love. My mother speaks of vengeance.

I speak of tired souls and weary minds. I speak of rest.

My pantheon is bound by Gaea and Kronos.

I am bound by freedom.

I am a solitude of human weakness.

Your temporality is beauty.

I feel with human soul, and work with human hands.

I am who knows best your pain.

I who understand your empathy.

I who give temporal apathy.

I do not wish to share my madness.

It is man who seeks it.