On the Liminality of

It was well-archived in the dictums of mortal understanding that distance is often poeticized, with the minute chance of attainment lending a stringent hand to the rhetoric, if not to the artifice of what Man thinks are high ideas. They may continue to raise their heads aloft. Gods do not speak to mere mortals; they speak to kings. And yet there was a remote adjacency to this communion, where there were no mere mortals, nor mere human kings. Instead, there was the child’s perpetual estrangement as if a cold glass wall had slid between them, allowing the cruelty of Ninsun seeing him — but denying the ability to breach.