February 16, 2018

Invocation

I am not master in my own house.

Dionysus, Liberator, you grip me and whisper “Seize the day and all its delights, and neglect not sweet wine nor the ladies’ embrace. All this is your birthright! Soon the earth will cover your bones, so rejoice, rejoice!”. It matters not to you, Subterranean, that the earth would cover my bones prematurely, as long as you have your fill of revelry and drunkeness. But I know you, and I ask for your blessings.

Apollo, bringer of light, you grip me and command “Through strict discipline and order you shall build something worthy of me, and achieve new heights. You will bask in the attention of the muses, so long as you sacrifice all to me”. It matters not to you, Far Striker, that such sacrifice can only be achieved through tyranny. But I know you, and I ask for your blessings.

To you, I sacrifice all that I have hitherto loved best: infinite possibility, silly infatuations, and sweet foods. May it please you, and may you deign to show me as much favour as I am worthy of.

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