A Letter to Prometheus

Prometheus, your fault was your ego. 

You let it deceive you into thinking you were wresting fire for mankind when, really, you were just the instrument for the Gift.

Your version of your gods as greedy, jealous, hoarding knowledge and skill, at war with humans, made your life a never ending war.  

Fool, you didn’t know what you wanted to steal to make a name for yourself was awaiting your humility to receive the Gift that was eager to be bestowed.