Today's today. Tomorrow, we may be Ourselves gone down the drain of eternity. - Euripides

O Dionysus, Son of God,
do you see our sufferings?
Do you see your faithful
in helpless agony before the oppressor?
O Lord, come down from Olympus,
shake your golden thyrsus
and stifle the murderer's insolent fury.

We all have personal favorites,
whether we choose a god or a friend.

What's more, we are born women. It mat be we're unqualified for deeds of virtue: yet as the architects of every kind of mischief, we are supremely skilled.