We are the children

of stones. - Dr. Cline


In Ovid's Metamorphoses, Deucalion and Pyrrha are attributed with repopulating the earth. Much like the later story of Moses, Deucalion and Pyrrha were married and deemed the worthiest of the mortals. Jupiter decided he'd had enough of the wayward world and decides the flood the place. The two were spared, but when the flood waters receded, Deucalion was like, "Oh shit! We're the only people left! And it's still fucking cloudy! We gonna die!" But then Themis the goddess was like, "Cool it, I got you. Just throw yo momma's bones behind you as you walk, then some shit's gonna go down." Then Pyrrha snapped her fingers, "How the hell I'mma find my momma? I don't know where the hell we are, and she's probably floated out the projects by now." Well, Deucalion was no fool. He figured out that the bones were rocks on the ground. That the earth was their true mother. As they threw the stones behind them, the clouds cleared up and trees and people sprung up where the stones landed.



The stone a seed. The earth a womb. Physical children of man and woman, spiritual children of rain and earth.

Perhaps that's why when the wind blows, my breath must go too.