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One day Zeus thought he would escape Hera who was very particular that he behaved more like a god. Lately she had taken to task of lecturing various qualities he ought to cultivate. ‘It is very annoying!’ he thought. The evening before she had said in exasperation. “You are the first among all gods. For the mercy of Zeus behave like one.” It was the last straw. He fled.
The dawn broke and Zeus took his seat in his lonesome splendor. He thought he had shaken off Hera from his back. He wondered how wonderful it would be to reign over cosmos footloose and fancy-free. “Ah I am Zeus Oh for the mercy of Zeus!” Immediately his broad brow darkened and he recalled the words of Hera. He looked up to see his daughter Athena. “How did you find me here?”
His daughter gave a serene smile and said, “Remember I sprang fully grown from your godhead.”
“Poppycock. That is history!”
“Yes,” the goddess of wisdom said, ”but you just now recalled last evening. Did you not?”
We use memory and it is connected, whether we are conscious of it or not, to the beginning of things.
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