Note to the humorless: it's that thing you don't understand again!
It's just it's so hard to tell these days. Youy live beside someone for twenty years, think you're pals, then sleep late one Sunday morning, and they're in the driveway with a barrow-load of rocks.
It's just it's so hard to tell these days. Youy live beside someone for twenty years, think you're pals, then sleep late one Sunday morning, and they're in the driveway with a barrow-load of rocks.
It's possible. I mean there's as much evidence as for any other god dying for us.
It could be worse, though. The god in question could end up like Prometheus for doing something nice for people.