The fact that in the world there exists tiny cotton ball bats in tiny bat communities that cling to the bottom of folded leaves makes all the shitty stuff that exists totally ok.
Every once in a while I’m reminded of how tragic the story of Medusa is.
The most beautiful servant in the temple of Athena. Her innocence stripped as Poseidon raped her. She, the victim, was punished and cursed by Athena. Banished to a life of solitude. With her beauty twisted she was sentenced to never gaze upon a living soul ever again without the very sight of her casting them to stone. Fated to be a weapon for Perseus, and later her head to be adorned upon Athena’s shield.