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Prometheus's shrieks did not go unheard.  It was to the mountain as a cross of war.  Mythology, of course, and I don't mean to be impudently implying that you don't know, shelters all past religion that was soul enriching and evolutionary healthy.  The story of Prometheus and his horrific endurance of torture imposed by a fiendish Vulcan reached the ears, at last, of a goddess.  An earth goddess who was, to be say softyly, not favorably inclined to sights that displeased her.  She freed Prometheus and sheltered him on earth where he chooses whom he sees and what he does.  For Zeus she offered a fitting recompense, a goblet of molten gold, unwashed forever filled with nectar and a jewel.  She asked that his Vulcan be given a godly task to bring him to mind of Zeus's humans and their existence by making his existence contingent on theirs.  And, my readers, Zeus did.

Pandora became the fast friend of Apometheus even though he was not the one who let her out of the box.  From the onset her charms completely overpowered him and he succumbed to everything that brought her happiness.  In the meantime the gods were observing the charming companionship of their creatures.  They found them mesmerizing and some of the gods like Vulcan who was deeply involved in mining the Earth's core chose to follow them as a man.  Prometheus chanced to catch a glimpse of this stranger from the corner of his eye.  He quickly dropped back and followed Vulcan to his den.  Prometheus was astonished at what he saw.  There in the center of this vast and glorious cave was a roaring red and orange and yellow and green light of lights like the sun at dusk.  He forgot himself that he had followed a stranger and made a cautious for he was always cautious walk toward the brillian t light.  Very gingerly he stretched out his arm and his hand was immediately scorched.

By all accounts Prometheus was said to have discovered fire.  Now the myth leads us to believe that he took fire from the gods.  Actually after he had scorched himself, he licked his flesh and tasted a salty sweet treat.  He was beside himself in confronting his pain and in handling the notion that this was a taste that he had never had.  Being of a thoughtful sort he did not run away from the real phenomenon.  He saw a contained entity that resembled lightening but was more focused and for him more painful.  However, he began to feel a soothing warmth and all of these contradictory feelings were making poor Prometheus feel helpless.  One thing he was confident of, this lightening was contained, didn't evaporate, and made him feel warm.  While pondering on the site, he inched nearer only this time with the caution experience produces.  He saw the lights were emanating from glowing charred wood fragments.  He had an idea.  He looked around the cave and saw stacks of wood.  He took one and reached with it into the light.  It kindled.  He withdrew it sharply and saw that it stayed lit.  He could walk with it.  He did and took his leave from the cave.  At his home he laid the wood down and hastened to add wood to it.  It was as if he had suddenly acquired new insight into the remarkable entity.  Vulcan, however, was not as kindly towards this creatures accomplishment.

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