The Sky-Father Uranus truly invented a handling method that was immensely creative—one could call it perfect.
But this method was far too cruel.
For any intelligent life, being imprisoned in endless darkness and void is an infinite terror and torment, beyond the limits of body and spirit.
Indeed, it would be preferable to lose self-awareness entirely—that would be the supreme release.
However, if Uranus, lord of spirituality, was unwilling to take back this "gift"—namely, spiritual consciousness—then it was impossible to discard that "gift."
Even a madman of the mortal world still possesses spirit.
And the vast divinity of the gods made it impossible for them to descend into madness; they could only endure this endless torment forever, lucidly experiencing eternal pain.
In this endless Tartarus there is no space, no light, no air, no breath, no sound—nothing whatsoever; not even the passage of time can be felt.
Even a companion within arm's reach cannot sense the other in the slightest, each isolated by eternal nothingness.
Apart from feeling that they are still alive, and eternally suffering the dreadful torment of this endless dark void, they can feel nothing, and do nothing.
They cannot perceive even their own motions and voices; only consciousness remains forever in the dark. In this dreadful state, to lose all awareness would be the greatest benediction.
The three Hecatoncheires were thrown into this endless, horrible abyss by Uranus without hesitation, and the three Cyclopes were innocently implicated along with them.
"Considering Gaia," Uranus thought it unsuitable for the three Cyclopes to remain underground all the time—it would make Gaia too uncomfortable.
So He casually threw all six brothers into Tartarus.
He did not care in the least that they too were children He had engendered.
But the Mother Goddess Gaia cared!
Uranus's action caused the loving Mother Goddess immeasurable pain, as if her heart had been torn apart alive.
Though her plotting had failed, she felt a profound attachment to the children she had labored to bear.
Having already gained awareness, she naturally knew how terrible the ordeal of that endless abyss was.
And now, her six children, without any wrongdoing, suffered such great misfortune and injustice—this filled the heart of the Mother Goddess Gaia with pain and boundless rage.
Gaia's most dutiful "third son," the majestic lord of the mountain ranges, the embodiment of the earth's surface, Ourea (Oρο/Ourea).
He felt most keenly the Mother Goddess's pain and anger; his vast body trembled.
In fury he lodged a protest with the Lord of Heaven.
Then Ourea, lord of mountains, met the same fate as Erebus, the former lord of darkness.
As for the Sky-Father's handling of Ourea, there was not even a moment's hesitation.
All this cold-blooded ruthlessness and wanton behavior by Uranus made His other twelve children all the more terrified.
Faced with Uranus's mercilessness and absolute dictatorial control, the universe's foundational laws themselves quaked, not daring to utter a sound.
Yet when Uranus saw His children shivering under His absolute majesty, He felt immense pleasure and pride; His arrogant divinity was thereby satisfied.
Thereupon He gave these children of His a nickname full of contempt and mockery.
Titan (English: Titan; Ancient Greek: Τιτάν; plural: Titans/Τιτᾶνες; also rendered in Chinese as "Títan").
Its original meaning was "the tense ones," "the trembling ones."
This father of heaven who ruled all the universe, unrivaled in arrogance, had by now reached the extreme of pride, filled with absolute conceit.
He could not have foreseen that after He was overthrown, the meaning of this nickname would undergo a world-shaking change.
At that time, the word's meaning would become—"great," "remarkable."
It would be the supreme honorific for the victors, for those who overthrew the absolute dictator and accomplished mighty deeds.
Uranus, lord of all spirituality, the embodiment of the firmament, forever so lofty and aloof—He regarded nothing at all.
Apart from an obsessive fixation on matter and the desire to control everything, He cared for nothing else.
For He Himself was the light of spirit born when the Mother of Matter swallowed love and desire and from that love and desire brought forth spiritual radiance.
The Sky-Lord's endless greedy love and raging desire would only become the root of all beings' suffering.
The Mother Goddess Gaia fully realized that even by uniting with Heaven, even by borrowing Heaven's essence, it was still impossible to conceive life capable of defeating Heaven.
Thus she again lost interest in joining with Uranus, became very passive, and no longer had her former zeal and cooperation.
Uranus was extremely displeased at this, but His proud divinity could do nothing about it—for the Mother Goddess Gaia had not directly refused Him, she merely took a passive stance.
Gaia was the only special case; Uranus would not, over such a matter, rashly extinguish and reshape the consciousness of the Mother Goddess Gaia.
Time flowed silently yet irresistibly.
The powerful Sky-Father Uranus, proud to the utmost, remained as overbearing as ever, acting with unbridled arbitrariness.
His vast divine might shrouded the cosmos; all intelligent life still shivered under His tyrannical power, not daring to raise any dissent.
But intelligent life will, in the end, seek a way to live on their own.
The most fundamental instinct of all life—indeed, an instinct that stands above spirituality itself—is the craving for the security of survival.
The arrogant cosmic sovereign who looked down on all had forgotten that even His own birth sprang from the most basic survival longing of "existence," that primal impulse unwilling to return to nothingness.
Perhaps intelligent beings could endure that everything of theirs was controlled by a single thought of another.
But they absolutely could not endure this supreme power being held in the hands of a god who acted on whim, capricious in temper.
Even if He was the lord of spirituality, the divine lord of the cosmos, the supreme Sky-Father.
Such dictatorial oppression would, in the end, ignite rebellion.
At last, the loving Mother of All could no longer endure the Sky-Father's boundless hunger for greatness, could no longer endure His wanton arbitrariness; the anger within her was about to erupt like molten lava.
And the Lady of Night, who likewise hated Uranus to the extreme, keenly sensed the rage and unwillingness surging in the depths of the Mother of All's heart.
The two primordial Mother Goddesses, relying on their shared longing for survival and their utmost hatred of oppression, learned unity and cooperation without a teacher.
With their vast spiritual wisdom, they began to weave a colossal net of counterattack.
A net to enshroud the heavens.
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