I Need to Deal with Things

I need to deal with things. And Zeus is at the door. What does he want? What could he want?

All of a sudden I felt regret. Where was Hera? Where had she gone? It was her job to put with Zeus, not mine. I wished that my mother—my lovely, loving mother—that Demeter had not gone out. For me not to answer the door and let Zeus in would be rude.

But did I want to face him? The problem with the imagination is that it is powerful. If I think something, it happens. I had just thought about usurping Hera and having Zeus and becoming the mistress of heaven….

But, now, DID I REALLY WANT THAT?

And, if I became mistress of heaven, what would Hades do? Would he become more and more melancholy in Hell once again and threaten to destroy everything or would he abduct me again? Perhaps he would do noting, concluding that infidelity and Hell were meant for each other.

I would be terribly disappointed if he didn’t leave his caverns to abduct me once again.

WHAT DID I WANT? My imagination was failing me. WHAT COULD I REALLY WANT?