Greek life for a mere mortal could never be too marvellous — unless, of course, they happened to be a hero, or a wealthy ruler.

But that’s for a mortal.

A mortal that works out in the fields, sewing seeds and herding cattle; participating in festivals and sacrifices, whilst trying to survive their day to day lives.

An earthling with an ephemeral existence on this harvest blessed Earth could never compare to those above and below.

It wouldn’t make sense to not worship and admire the divine beings responsible for the people’s food, fun; their existence!

There were gods situated peacefully up in the clouds, atop of Mount Olympus — The children of Cronos, set with providing their humans (or set with having affairs with every human they come across)…

And there were those underneath — Chthonic gods and figures; from psychopomps to the King of the Dead, and everything in between.

Agriculture flourished at the hands of the beautiful-haired Demeter, the waves pushed and pulled with an intensity depending on Poseidon’s attitude, the seasons flourished as Persephone came and went, and so on.

But how did the gods interact with each other? Poets and historians of this time could only speculate and imagine, somehow figure out reasons for their presence and actions; all whilst making sure their deities were worshipped properly, and with respect, to avoid a disease or famine.