In mythology, Hercules was an immortal human - his
father was a god, the king of the Greek gods in fact:
Zeus. His mom was your average working girl, Alcmene,
but I guess Zeus contributed some important genetics to
Hercules, because his strength and invulnerability were
the stuff of legends...and television programs.
Unfortunately, Hercules ended up regretting his infinite
life span after being painfully maimed and burned by a
poisoned garment - talk about jock itch. Anyway, to end
his pain, Hercules renounced his immortality (I shudder
to think of the HMO paperwork on that one) and died.
This ancient strong man is now just an array of stars.
The Lyra story centers around Orpheus, son of the god
Apollo and the muse Calliope. Orpheus was quite the
musician; in fact, his music soothed all living things.
Remember the old phrase "music hath charms to soothe the
savage beast?" They weren't thinking about rap, but
they were thinking of Lyra, because it is the stringed
instrument of Orpheus. A "lyre" has nothing to do with
politicians, you understand - its a bit like a small
harp. What's it doing up there? Well, there was this
girl, Eurydice. Orpheus really dug on her. It's a long
story, but...she got bitten by a snake, died, and
Orpheus tried to rescue her from Down Below...but he
blew it, freaked out, and was apparently ripped to
pieces later by jealous groupies. Something like that.
The thing is, and this is creepy, the Lyre kept playing
by itself - which either meant that Orpheus's grief was
so strong it transcended death, or he was the
lip-sync'ing ancient equivalent of Millie-Vanillie. The
king of the gods, impressed, put the Lyre among the
stars.