When I was younger, Orpheus was my jam. Even then, as a heathen child in the midst of a secular educational system, I recognized the deeper story Orpheus was pointing towards. There in my 10th grade English class, dutifully deconstructing Greek and Roman myths into their lowest common denominator, I could smell the otherwordly on the pages of my Houghton Mifflin textbook. There in the back corner of Mrs. Goosey’s 5th hour class, I heard the story of Orpheus the lover, and the crust of ages fell away and I was there, earnestly wooing my beloved even under the deepest parts of the sleepy earth.
Beautiful writing!
Lovely!