Botticelli’s Venus. Commissioned by de' Medici, she embodies Virtuous Humanitas. A symbol of a lost civilization? Why does she resonate within me? Nurtured devoid of a masculine compass, I see women as guides - mothers, sisters, lovers. They who precede us, casting light upon our journey and guiding our ascent. Yet, they may betray, elude us, and we, in vain, try to chase them. A lover, fortune, or life itself, Sam? What enigma lies in the stone she’s hiding, Sam? Why do I remain slumped in the river, Sam?

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