I marvel at the demands of mortals, they request such oddities of the gods, that they could so easily attain themselves. An eternal comedy unto mine ears what is requested, what is sought.
"Make me rich.", "Make me powerful.", "Make me a leader amongst men.", "Secure my safety against my enemies.", "Strengthen my sword arm, my aim, my endurance.", "Protect me"
All within the means of those that seek these things out themselves, actively. And yet, a divine source is ever so much easier to provide these things unto them like a djinn released from a lamp.
This is why I have no followers. I expect them to make their own way, and NOT rely upon the blessings of my favour. To make mistakes, to stumble and grow stronger. Their free will is what makes them strong, makes them different, even from the immortals.
This is a different world, here in the 'heavens'. Ours is a path more restrained than they can fathom, our choices not always open to us. The life of a mortal is, in some ways, easier than our own.
But then again, I may just be speaking for myself.
Posted by Navarre at July 8, 2003 12:14 AM