O bitter irony, to be an immortal creature wishing ardently for human being; to be the outlaw of Sky and Ground. You can go down from Olympe to find no consolation among the Man or the Animal and to belong in no kingdom without counting but Hades. You move station at the station, leaving only one trail of pain behind you.
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