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Omnia vincit Amor: et nos cedamus Amori.
Love conquers all, and so let us surrender ourselves to Love.
Vergil, Eclogues. 10.69
One day, when I was young, my mother sat me on her lap and explained Love to me. “My darling, Love is a strange and wonderful thing. It has a life of its own, and like life itself, it will find a way. It will survive in the most barren desert, the coldest arctic glacier, and in the darkest depths of the ocean. It is found in the unlikeliest of places and between the most opposite of souls. It will flourish when given a chance. Your father and I are an example of this: Venus, the Goddess of Love and Mars, the God of War. You are the child of our divine union, and you have a mission, a sacred mission, a most important mission. You will reveal the love that makes life worth living and worth giving up.”
And so, I went out into the world with my golden-tipped arrows.