"You believe in the Christian God right? How are you so certain that he's out there and that nothing else exists?" Zeus asked. Then he shook his head. "That was a dumb question; of course you're sure. You're so certain that you're out here trying to get people to see with you even thought you say that's not what you're really doing. I know your type. You and your kind live in a world that is black and white, good and evil. There are no grays or inbetweens. You live willful ignorance with a halo of self righteousness that only others like you can stand. Everyone else, no matter how good they may be, can't stand you but it doesn't matter anyway because you've made up your mind. Since your world is right and wrong, you will always be right and they will always be wrong. You live in a world of your own making where it's you versus them."
Zeus looked at his most favorite child now trapped in an ignorant mind and body with a sadness he'd only before felt for himself. "I feel sorry for you, son," he whispered with utmost tenderness and caring. "If I weren't determined to destroy myself, I'd try to save you if there's anything left to save. How old are you?"