Prometheus: Yes, I’ve made it so that humans cannot foresee their own death.
Chorus: What sort of medicine did you use for this?
Prometheus: I have filled their hearts with blind hopes.
Chorus: That is a great gift you have given them, Prometheus.
Prometheus: And even more than that, I have given them the gift of fire.
Chorus: So those ephemeral creatures now possess the bright-faced fire?
Prometheus: Yes and with it they will learn many crafts.
(From Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus, verse 250
Painting: Prometheus Molding Man from Clay. 1845~ Constantin Hansen
