Oh you who are born of the gods, easy is the descent into Hell. The door of darkness stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps, and come back out into the brightness above, that is the work, that is the labor.

There's a snake lurking in the grass.

Thus shall you go to the stars.

Fear reveals baseborn souls!

Confidence cannot find a place wherein to rest in safety.

We can't all do everything.

Endure the present, and watch for better things.