The man I met more than 20 years ago is a man who helped introduce me to my Christian faith, a man who spoke to me about our obligations to love one another, to care for the sick and lift up the poor.
The very existence of the gods was inseparable from that of a storm, a sea, a river, or from those powerful human emotions love, rage or sexual passion that seemed momentarily to lift men and women onto a different plane of existence so that they saw the world with new eyes.