I've loved this since I first saw it: it's a late Roman sarcophagus with Dionysus, unfortunately now faceless, gloriously sprawling in the center, leaning on one of his followers, and Ariadne, splayed out, asleep at his feet. She is going to wake up to HIM. And since this is a sarcophagus, her sleep has to be read as death, and that awakening as a final one, to - as I always say to students when I teach it - an ecstatic erotic encounter with the god. And so, suddenly, death doesn't seem so bad. Right now, though, I'm thinking about it a little bit differently. Because I'm thinking about how sleep is different from death. Because sleep, and waking from it, repeat - over and over and over again. Day after day after day. Where death happens once (and I don't know what if anything happens afterwards). So as asleep, Ariadne isn't going to awake just once to her encounter with the god, but is going to do so daily, over and over and over again. To me,