Once up a time, a long
time ago, Jupiter ordered Vulcan to make him a daughter. Vulcan made a
woman out of clay. She was a beautiful woman. Vulcan named her
sent his new
daughter, Pandora, down to earth so that she could marry a gentle,
lonely man named Epimetheus. Jupiter
was not being kind. He was
getting even. Jupiter was mad at the brothers, Epimetheus and Prometheus,
for giving people fire without asking
Jupiter gave Pandora a little box
with a big heavy lock on it. He made her promise never to open the box. He
gave the key to Pandora’s husband and told him to never open the box. Jupiter
was certain that one of the brothers would be curious and would open the box.
But it was Pandora who was curious. She
wanted to see what was inside the box, but Epimetheus said no. Better not.
"You know your father," Epimetheus sighed, referring to Jupiter.
"He’s a tricky one."
One day, when Epimetheus lay
sleeping, Pandora stole the key and opened the box.
Out flew every kind of disease
and sickness, hate and envy, and all the bad things that people had never
experienced before. Pandora slammed the lid closed, but it was too late. All
the bad things were already out of the box. They flew away, out into the
Epimetheus woke up at the sound
of her sobbing. “I opened the box and all these ugly things flew out,” she
cried. “I tried to catch them, but they all got out.” Pandora opened the
box to show him how empty it was. The box was not quite empty. One tiny
bug flew quickly out before Pandora could slam the lid shut again.
“Hello, Pandora,” said the
bug, hovering just out of reach. “My name is Hope.” With a nod of thanks
for being set free, Hope flew out into the world, a world that now held Envy,
Crime, Hate, and Disease – and Hope.
Story of Pandora