Orual, I am
writing this to you today to state that I and the fellow gods have come to
judge your actions. We have seen your
conniving schemes involving your beautiful sister Psyche, in an attempt to
become beautiful as she is. We are not
pleased. We have witnessed your behavior
from Mount Olympus alongside Zeus and Aphrodite. You have wronged your sister, and your
jealous heart has consumed you. For this
you are guilty. You saw that which you
did not have, and you saw happiness and sought to ruin it. You pressed your sister to violate the
agreement that she had made with her husband, Cupid, to not see his face. How foolish of you! You are a mere mortal, who can never hope to
understand the realm of the gods. You
envied the understanding of your sister, since her beauty elevated her to a
position of knowledge of the divine. You
are an ugly, pitiful, calculating, and selfish wretch. In the tale which you told, you seem to be
the hero. You present the information in
a way which makes your actions appear justified, but yet you warp the truth. Your myth is one which tells a tale from a
biased perspective, and it distorts reality.
We gods have decided that you are guilty and you are at fault for your
sister’s unhappiness as well as the unhappiness of Cupid. Their marriage was beautiful, divine, and
contingent upon the fact that the mortal not look upon the divine. The divine cannot be contained by the mortal
or conceived by it. And it is for that
reason that Cupid had to fly away from Psyche, never to return to her, his
wife. You have been found guilty of both
causing the unhappiness of Psyche and Cupid, but also telling a myth in which
you, the wretch, were in fact the victor.
For that, you are condemned to spend a life of toil, retelling your myth
with yourself as the villain, and serving as a visual reminder of the ugliness
of your actions.
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