To conclude my story, I need to resolve the conflict that I shared with you earlier. After the birth of Erichthonius and after sending him to Athens, as you know, the three young women taking care of him were killed. In despair after hearing of this occurrence, I threw a rock up into the air in a burst of displeasure. When throwing up that rock A huge hill was created. It was later called
Lycabettus Hill. The resolution of my tale is not completely comforting, but my anger was lessened after throwing the rock into the air.
I find it remarkable how wonderful and beautiful creations come from actions caused by despair or grief. The hill reminds me of how I turned my beloved Orion into stars after his death.
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