Once my birth was simple: you made me up unwillingly; I leaped from your forehead like Athena did from Zeus'. You were more than just a father-figure and back in those days you found joy in my design. From a glance of you I learned the light, from another the darkness itself. I craved to know more but somehow you lost the will teach me; to finish my making real. And now in the embrace of your torturing abandonment I became my own midwife: to learn my own creation, to be my own design.