I am filled with divine righteousness, but not as much as the Gods.
I am filled with Evil, but not as much as the Gods
I am filled with sorrow, but not as much as the Gods.
I am filled with jest, but not as much as the Gods.
I am filled with power, but not as much as the Gods
I am filled with sickness, but not as much as the Gods
I am filled with misery, but not as much as the Gods
I am filled with zeal, but not as much as the Gods
Annui, a mediocre fullness…of all my fullness, the depth of my fullness cannot compare to the Gods.
The spirits or powers at play, fill me with a sickness, a naseau. I must bow before them, but I do not bow fully. I recognize their power, but I recognize it is not full.
My naseau is real, but the depths of my naseau can never surpass the Gods. They can inflict pain on me for my insolence, but they can never make me feel the depth of pain that they can feel.
My first thoughts were that it related metaphorically to the human condition, that there is always more of something, both to attain or in the world. We draw from such wells?
proportions and volumes. …but of what? what else in the universe as human qualities, and if nowhere, then how are we like it. there must be gods or something else with such qualities? probably just other animals with them [or beginnings of] though.
But you have been created divinely and with flesh and blood.
As a god, you would at some point be toppled from your pedestal and all parts thrown away in the garbage.
You are two side of the same coin. Appreciate both and balance all.
Remember to sometimes fill your cup a bit and sometimes empty it a bit.