There where 3 human men, some bugs, a spider, some minerals, a quartz point, some dirt, wood.
We gathered together to bless our selves, our offspring and the glorious world. I don't notice a translation for ~"forever" but we did wish for ~"our children", and what would become ~"history", to ~"know us" and ~"remember".
A crown, a sign of victory.
Our children would know our existence in this World.
So many generations, and I remember that day.
Beautiful blue sky, a few white clouds in the East.
I love my Greek Daddy who shared his alive with me.
I, a literal portion of his body, carrying forth his way.
Alopecia is the loss of hair to attack,
but Greed Cave Crown is pride in memory.
Choose the style you want and praise those few early Greeks.