Gods will come, they will sublime illness with the nearness of their being, they will transplant cells from Olympus, theirs or even Hercules’, who, in Zeus’s chariot of fire, ascended only with his divine form. To tear him away from his wounds and restore him whole, the gods gathered from the earth the human atoms of Hercules.
There are beliefs that in Olympus, the hero endures through celestial atoms. Memory reconstructs his human part. One glimpses his ribs enduring the scheming, the flesh poisoned by the garment, the arm writing theorems about Hera’s defeat— often, Hercules strikes like lightning before the tents on the front. On earth, his clay form wrestled with its divine nature, but, in conflicts with monsters, embraced it. Many saw him surging toward his immortality, written in his genes and history.
