Who Are You?

You don’t even know who you are…

I am Pentheus. Son of Echion. Son of Agave…

Who are you?

I am Dionysus

I am the wind blowing gently through the trees

I am a dreamer

I am but a mortal

To understand that we are mortal is to live without insufferable pain,

But isn’t pain part of the human condition?

Of course…

…insufferable

only means too much to bear

What is this then?

This feeling?

this fire crackling, this heat radiating from the breeze

With the intensity of one hundred buzzing bees?

Will i explode before it becomes

insufferable?

What does it…

…mean to understand we are mortal?

Who are we?

Who are you?