Two Faced God

Asclepius is staring at the beam of a balance, heart on pan and gold bars opposite the heart is pastel gray the gold is glittering the heart not beating the gold glaring blinding the eyes he ponders which one to keep in order to satisfy his desire as well as to honor the Olympians: just keep the heart to satiate Hades by adding one more straying soul to populate the netherworld and Hera to bring one new life to make the earth younger and more vigorous but, since he is a medicine god who’s priority is to lessen pain, comfort grieving hearts and cures diseases, he decides to repair the heart, his delicate handiwork and magic-touch resuscitate the heart and make it beat again. Each time the heart beats, it gets heavier and thereby the beam tilts to side, the gold bars slide to the heavier side and fall from the pan. In a moment of bewilderment, Asclepius grabs the gold bars dropping the resuscitated heart that is, now, beating and pumping air, and in that moment, Alas! a bolt out of the blue struck him and the gold bars in his hand turn to dust.