From the perch, on the rocks, high above the Aegean Sea, the sea glimmers and sparkles from the refracted sunlight reflecting off the windblown waves.  He looks, and waits, and imagines, that Zeus will demonstrate his power.   The time elapses, then wanes, and he gets up and walks towards the city, and its people, and its power.   The intense sun bleaches his dark hair and he walks in a tunic, with a cape wrapped around his body to protect against the elements. Now she is here, and she appears and stands in the sun with the light illuminating her appearance.  The stands about six feet tall, because the maker wants her strong, her hair is raven black which is common amongst the people here, but her skin is alabaster white, like fresh crème and it accentuates her long thick hair that grows down to her waist. Her eyes are dark-blue grey.   She wears Phoenician cotton, woven into a beautiful tunic of white with blue stripes, in patterns, and a belt secures the fine cotton over her body so that it accentuates her curves rather than covering them and the cloth seems to cling to her body.  Her bosom is large but not too large, and her hips full but not matronly, like Artemis, meant for running and pursuit.   All in all, she is perfect, and to good for him to have.  Her name is justice, and she lives for only one thing, ethos.   When Justice speaks, her voice is commanding and almost hypnotic so that all that behold her must obey and they obey because they want to, not because they are forced to.  This is her gift from the maker.   Her hair is dark and skin white to personify that the law has good and bad aspects, and she is female because females are merciful in a world of men.   The law has evil and godly characteristics, and mortals are reminded that the human condition is not black or white but shades of grey and she is here to interpret and command.   And everyone is forced to do what she says.   She is perfect he thinks and too good for me.    The sun still shines in the Peloponnesian place, and he moves away so not to be entranced by her beauty.   She wears a mask sometimes, because no matter what people look like, they are all the makers children and equal under the law.   She holds a scale to remind mortals, that their works and ways will eventually be evaluated and judged.  He turns away and she waves, and he doesn’t think he sees her wink at him.

They are beautiful seas, the Aegean and Ionian, dancing in blue green color, full of fish and life and home to just and virtuous people, at least for the time being.  She is Justice, and Justice is perfect for all to witness and see

It is beautiful here, and the sun shines, and the sky is blue, gulls fly, and fish jump and it should never end.

He turns upward towards the heavens and exclaims in a loud voice, “Hail Zeus, what wizardry have you besought among mortal men” I AM THESEUS.