Author's Note: I have been studying some aspects of Greek Mythology and have had this idea in my head for a while. Enjoy and please review.
Bear up, my child, bear up; Zeus who oversees and directs all things is still mighty in heaven.
Sophocles
Soundtrack- Unthought Known by Pearl Jam
Zeus
A sunrise means so much to the mortal. To the ones who die.
As much as he tries, he cannot comprehend it. He acknowledges Apollo on his task well done. But he looks down on the Earth and notices the mortals waking and admiring the colors of the sunset splashed across the sky, red like the fruit of a pomegranate and more golden than Aphrodite's hair.
Zeus wakes with the morning, watching the fellow god's chariot drag light across the horizon. He notes the changes in shade, the slight mixture of night and day entangled into each other like the bodies of two lovers.
And suddenly understands.
He is the god of gods. He is the king of the immortals. The man does not age. He does not live with the knowledge that despite his accomplishments, despite his beliefs, despite his righteousness he will die. His body will never perish.
The morning is cool, but he does not mind. He sits on the edge of the bed, his wife stirs beside him. Another day to rise. Another day to watch over the subjects beneath him. Another day to eat and drink and enjoy his status. Another day in heaven.
So he understands.
For him, it is only another day. Only another day.