I have this stupid habit of associating Christian virtues with Greek myths. Prometheus' sin was to bring fire to humanity, which is to give independence to a race lesser than the gods. He's the martyr of men, punished by being tied to the highest mountain of Caucasus and having his liver eaten by a vulture. Every day, his liver regenerated and the vulture came back. Eventually, he was freed by Hercules, a demigod, whose father was a god but whose mother was a human.

I associate this with patience. Sometimes there's nothing you can do except eat shit.

I hate that the first thing I look at is that plump ass.