There is goodness in blue skies and flowers, but another force—a wild pain and decay—also accompanies everything.
Orpheus was going to fetch his Eurydice from the underworld. He loved her so much that the gods who had taken her there took pity on him. Go down to her and she will follow you, but do not look back, do not turn around until you have come up again. Hold her hand, she will follow you.