Around him, the lament for the dead arose;
for she alone, in that sad place, is at home who,
having given birth to beauty,
has watched that beauty die.
“That’s the definition of Hell.It was written almost 5,000 years ago. On a clay tablet. With a freaking stick.
“Who,” the ancient, toga-wearing, sandal-sporting writer wonders, “Who could possibly feel at home in Hell? Oh, I know. Somebody who feels like they’re living in it every day. Someone who has lost a child.”
“She alone, in that sad place, is at home.”
From bythebrooke.blogspot.com, 8/24/11