פרומתאוס, בקיצור, אבל על-אמת, באמת:

“For the gods keep hidden from men the means of life. Else you would easily do work enough in a day to supply you for a full year even without working; [45] soon would you put away your rudder over the smoke, and the fields worked by ox and sturdy mule would run to waste. But Zeus in the anger of his heart hid it, because Prometheus the crafty deceived him; therefore he planned sorrow and mischief against men. [50] He hid fire; but that the noble son of Iapetus stole again for men from Zeus the counsellor in a hollow fennel-stalk, so that Zeus who delights in thunder did not see it. But afterwards Zeus who gathers the clouds said to him in anger: “Son of Iapetus, surpassing all in cunning, [55] you are glad that you have outwitted me and stolen fire—a great plague to you yourself and to men that shall be. But I will give men as the price for fire an evil thing in which they may all be glad of heart while they embrace their own destruction.” Hesiod. The Homeric Hymns and Homerica with an English Translation by Hugh G. Evelyn-White. Works and Days. Cambridge, MA.,Harvard University Press; London, William Heinemann Ltd. 1914—Prometheus is not about the arts. Or the fire enables art, but something more essential is allowing progress from the first place. The fire is a light against the twilight and darkness of the night, as so near and immediate à propos the sun. Death was too near an expectation. If a man is an art, hence negation, then the blinding of man לעובדה של הלילה הקרוב, ואיתו הסימבוליקה של תודעה הולכת למותה was the first thing needful. Prometheus is being celebrated for this. Otherwise, the gift of the fire qua the source of the arts was rather futile, preposterous even. זה כל הסיפור.