“If they ever tell my story, let them say I walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die. Let them say I lived in the time of Hector, tamer of horses. Let them say I lived in the time of Achilles.” - Homer’s Iliad
Hector, knowing, knowing with every fibre of his being that he would die upon entering the cage to battle Achilles, the greatest of Greek warriors, entered. Hector knew of the inevitability of his demise, for no one escaped the wrath, mastery, and monstrosity of Achilles. But Hector ran not from his fate. He cowered not.
Why? You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
In clinging to things — to possessions, to ideas, to people, to life, when the time comes for you to let go of such phenomena — greed, avarice, weakness, dependency, addiction, and a myriad of other satanic attributes find you. Such traits consequently consume you, devour you. Before you know it, you find yourself having embarked upon the mephistophelian deal, you find yourself having become the devil.
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