Greg: I think the $gods are trying to tell me something. I’ve walked past the bottle of beer that I put on the kitchen bench seven times and forgotten to open it and drink it.
Greg: Beginning to wonder if I have free will.
Friend: Heh. I wrote a seminary paper on that. From a theological perspective, we can’t possibly have free will. No resolution to that conundrum. Or most of the other ones about God.
Greg: I choose to express my free will by having that beer.
Friend: And flout the gods you shall.
Greg: I win - I have opened and commenced consumption. I am inspired.
Friend: Or were you just manipulated?? Ah…there’s the rub.
Greg: I am Perseus, the Gods torment me but they won’t determine my life. And I am drinking a beer.
Friend: See, God exists. You have beer.