"So Demeter, the earth goddess, gave birth to the lovely Persephone, and the joy of her child helped her forget the brutality of being raped by her brother."
"May I continue for a bit?" says Adam.
"Please do", says Carl.
Adam says, "Persephone used to love to sing. In fact, her voice and her song had a potent magic, and everywhere she stepped, danced and sang, leaves unfurled on naked branches and fragrant flowers opened to the sun. In fact, so great and intense was Persephone's beauty, that she drew the attention, the envy and the ire of Aphrodite herself. Worse, Persephone had none of the seductive lust of Aphrodite. Her beauty was intensified by her innocence and this made her shine more luminously than even the goddess of love herself. She put a spell on her brother, who as god of death had nothing to do with human love or emotion, but suddenly he became so smitten by the young goddess, that he rode his black chariot drawn by black horses, emerging from out of the ground. He snatched Persephone, just as I was sitting down with her in a meadow to eat figs from a nearby tree. I can still hear her pleading, frightened cries as they disappeared back under the ground...
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