“Yes, indeed, I sometimes wonder what good it is to be a god if you can’t do anything yourself,” he said with a sigh.
“What do you want me to do there, then?”
“I cannot tell you, unfortunately.”
“Against the rules?” I asked.
“Very much so. All that I can do is send an agent with a slight understanding of the situation of history and physical existence to the people, but he must make the judgments of how to proceed all on his own. If I did tell you, it wouldn’t be much different than going myself, and then there would be no human resolution to human problems.”
“Our lives serve as a spectator sport to the gods, then?” I inquired of him.
“I am afraid not,” he said, “It is much more serious than that. The Greeks were not all wrong, you know.”
“Who else, I wonder.”
“Not many,” he sighed, “But tell me, are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”