Pity
tear from my head
this enormous
tumor
this terrible
cancer
tormenting me
and won’t let me live
in peace
Pity    
Tear from the my head
this silent       
beating sound
the most terrible of sounds    
worse
than the anvil in the forge of Hephaestus         
worse 
than the squeal of irons before the walls of Ilium
worse
than the screams of mortals dying in battle
worse
because this beating
is not the beating of my heart
but that of my brain
Pity
tear from my head
this joke of destiny
that kills Zeus
immortal to everyone but himself
because the family curse decrees:
to be defeated
by what we generate
by what we carry inside
is what awaits us      

So trear from my head
what I have generated
what I carry inside
this enormous tumor
this silent beating
this joke of destiny
which is
reason

Is this what I had in my head?
An idea?

Here I am father
It was me beating in your head 
It was me pushing to get out
but to come out whole
surely not in pieces   
because I am one
and one I’ll remain  

I
armed to the teeth
ready for wae
an infinite dialectic
between nation and nation
between man and man
between man and himself
between brain and heart
between hands and guts                                  

I
goddess of intelligence
and goddess of justice
with a lance in my right
and a scale in my left
my owl on my shoulder
(mine
not Hegel’s
that one’s a copy of mine)
the owl who lives
when the day dies
who sees
at night
in Hades
into the minds o mortals
and other obscure, terrible things                                  

Because I am
justice and vision
order and reason
I’m all these things
in the way you see them
I am
your image of reality
your idea of the world

Shit
Athena
of all the bad ideas
that have passed
through my head
you are really the worst

But it’s also true that I
am
Zeus
God
Father
who created you
So therefore I
I accept this responsibility

My daughter
the only one truly mine
motherless
disgraced
of goddesses the best
and of ideas the worst
I condemn you
never to bear fruit

So lovely and attractive
virgin you shall remain
no children shall come from you
to generate no further harm
-       As Reason has already done such damage in the world –
empty shall remain
your uterus
a void
your offspring
sterile
your dialectic

A dialectic need not generate. It already carries its conclusions in itself.

The mortals should think a bit less of conclusions and a bit more about living. Mortals are not made to come to conclusions: they go all depressed on me.

Look at them, just born and they’ve already named their capital after me, they’ve put my statue in their temple on the Acropolis. The mortals need me, my justice and my dialectic, my logic and my order, they need a way to see the world as one, and one it shall remain. 

No mortal, no matter how limited, is so limited as to listen only to his own brain. I also gave mortals a heart and an instinct. And I already sent my son among them, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, of the same substance as the father, generated and not created from my viscera and not from my head: Dionysos.

Dionysos is dead

Shit. Again?

Men killed him. They couldn’t stand him anymnore. Your son went around saying humans are immortal, but obviously mortals cannot accept that: it would go against the laws of logic. The brain cannot comprehend what the heart and instinct suggest.
And they make a tragedy of it.

Look at Menelaus, for example. He has everything: health, money, a gorgeous woman, a big house with a garden, a gym, jacuzzi, two cars, and every night when he comes home dinner is waiting for him. What more could a man want from life? Hr lacks nothing, and like all mortals who lack nothing, he has a brain that creates problems for him.
He’s unhappy and doesn’t know why.
And instead of living in peace and free of worry, he forces himself to find a reason. He wants to resolve a problem that doesn’t exist, and seeking the solution he generates the problem.

Athena
seriously
it cannot be
that I have created
a race of men
so fucking stupid.

It cannot be, you say?

No

You wanna bet?