"Hercules, the greatest and strongest of all heroes, was tasked with 12 extraordinary labors. The third of these, the quest to capture the Ceryneian Hind, saw him chasing a deer faster than a flying arrow for a year...
"A whole year!! He chased a deer for an entire year!!
"Think about it! 365 days of that dude's life, gone. Consigned to oblivion.
"Sleeping outside, shitting in bushes, eating bark and berries.
"Homey had to spend at least one of his birthdays pawing through magic deer pellets, trying to catch this damned thing...
"... only to have some punk-ass storyteller come in after the fact and say 'Yeah, yeah, yeah, he chased it for a year or whatever, but then he caught it, and here's what happened then.'
"BULLSHIT!
"That sentence makes it seem like chasing the deer and catching the deer are of equal significance, but they're not! Not while you're actually doing the damn work!
"Catching is always the easy part. It happens in an instant, and it's done, immediately a memory.
"But chasing the thing? The part that poets and storytellers wanna gloss over?
"That's the part people are never prepared for.
"You're chasing the deer. Settle in, because you're gonna be here for a while."
l.b., b.l.m.
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