People like to say that the gods are nothing like us. That they breath gold into the air and hold value in their souls more than their bodies. I like to call their bluff. To point at aphrodite or hermes glowing through blue stained skies and ask if that is what humility looks like.

They always blush in embarrassment when i point out the absurdity of their words. Gods have never cared about anything but power.

They are everything like us.