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According to the Oxford English Dictionary, Greek anemōnē means "daughter of the wind", from ánemos "wind" + feminine patronymic suffix -ōnē. The Metamorphoses of Ovid tells that the plant was created by the goddess Venus when she sprinkled nectar on the blood of her dead lover Adonis.
The Greek Ἄδωνις (Greek pronunciation: [ˈadɔːnis]), Adōnis was a borrowing from the Semitic word adon, meaning "lord", which is related to Adonai, one of the names used to refer to the God (אֲדֹנָי) in the Hebrew Bible
Adonis, in Greek mythology, is the god of beauty and desire, and is a central figure in various mystery religions. His religion belonged to women: the dying of Adonis was fully developed in the circle of young girls around the poet Sappho from the island of Lesbos, about 600 BC
Women in Athens would plant "gardens of Adonis" quick-growing herbs that sprang up from seed and died. The Festival of Adonis was celebrated by women at midsummer by sowing fennel and lettuce, and grains of wheat and barley. The plants sprang up soon, and withered quickly, and women mourned for the death of the vegetation god
When he died she sprinkled the blood with nectar, from which sprang the short-lived anemone, which takes its name from the wind which so easily makes its petals fall.
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(Inana speaks "My brother, awe-inspiring lord, let me ride with you to the mountains! Lord of heaven, awe-inspiring lord, lord, let me ride with you to the mountains;
I am unfamiliar with womanly matters, with ....... I am unfamiliar with womanly matters, with sexual intercourse! I am unfamiliar with womanly matters, with kissing! I am unfamiliar with sexual intercourse, I am unfamiliar with kissing!
"Whatever exists in the mountains, let us eat that. Whatever exists in the hills, let us eat that. In the mountains of herbs, in the mountains of cedars, in the mountains of cedars, the mountains of cypresses, whatever exists in the mountains, let us eat that
But who appreciates any of this these days or my tale...
Here's Hope again;
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Well you know this cult of women only used Adonis for the quality of his seed in order to ensure their own beautiful re-generation, afterward he tended to wind up dead and bloodied scattered across the field.
So some are best left to just walk with the Sun for company, and some are best advised to take the hand of their Missus and go for a walk...
Alone. He opened his eyes and stared lifelessly into Darkness. The constant yearning from within filled his empty Heart to near suffocation. Still, he continued to think...of her. His Heart grew further breathless. Her immortal image consumed his thoughts rapidly, then completely. The unknown Misery thickly coated his myth of Being with its darkened Sorrow. He wanted to cry, for Hopelessness, and hoped tears will refill his half-emptied Soul. He closed his eyes and searched for Light.
She was born last night, here, amidst the garden of the Unconsciousness bathed in dews of Serenity. The undefinable Beauty smiled blossomly to the mystical welcoming world. She bowed her head softly to the gentle wind, only to find his playful fingers failed to resist the tempation to caress her dark silken hair. Her petal soft skin adored the tender Warmth of the morning Sun, who had yet once taken his eyes off her. Her majestic eyes, deep dark shade of Earth, gazed ethereally toward the celestial dome. She turned and passionately laid a whispering kiss upon the lucidity of Being. For eternity, she was born to walk with Spring and to calm the rage of Summer, then to bright the solitude of Autumn, to finally breathe life into the pale corpse of Winter. Nature dreamed and created Love, then she saw her, Nature created Beauty.
Within his garden, reality was but a Dream, upon which Light, without finite and Darkness, with out mortality, intertwined. In time, maybe Happiness will bloom on the unbearable Sorrow and thus will cultivate Hope from Hopelessness. Within his Heart, to love was to be. He searched, he thought...No! He searched deep and knew that he loved her...only if she knew...only if she knew. He looked on toward the endless Forever.