So In The Libyan Fable It Is

There Is Advantage In The Wisdom Won From Pain.

There Is No Pain So Great As The Memory Of Joy In Present Grief.

A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever He Wants Utterly To Confound A House.

For It Would Be Better To Die Once And For All Than To Suffer Pain For All One's Life.

The So-called Mother Of The Child Isn't The Child's Begetter, But Only A Sort Of Nursing Soil For The New-sown Seed. The Man, The One On Top, Is The True Parent, While She, A Stranger, Foster's A Stranger's Sprout.