The woman you call the mother of the child is not the parent, just a nurse to the seed, the new--‐sown seed that grows and swells inside her. The man is the source of life
-the one who mounts. She, like a stranger for a stranger, keeps the shoot alive unless god hurts the roots. I give you proof that all I say is true. The father can father forth
Without a mother. Here she stands, our living witness. Look-
Child sprung full‐blown from Olympian Zeus, 675 never bred in the darkness of the womb but such a stock no goddess could conceive!