[It remains a strange name for a mortal, more so at present when it is for Fate's course that he suffers so. Ho very twisted, indeed.]
Through the juice of Dionysus' vines, man may lift himself from his sorrows and cares for a time, but so too he must embrace such suffering, for this is the lot of mortal man, just as it is Dionysus' lot to die each winter. Yet when comes the spring, the vines thicken anew and swell with sweet grapes.
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[It remains a strange name for a mortal, more so at present when it is for Fate's course that he suffers so. Ho very twisted, indeed.]
Through the juice of Dionysus' vines, man may lift himself from his sorrows and cares for a time, but so too he must embrace such suffering, for this is the lot of mortal man, just as it is Dionysus' lot to die each winter. Yet when comes the spring, the vines thicken anew and swell with sweet grapes.