Guiguzi spoke to me like that for nearly half an hour.
He kept telling me to hold fast to my true heart. However I saw the world, however I understood it, that was how I should act. There was no fixed way to view this world; I should not casually doubt or change myself because of what others said.
As for whether time and space existed, different people had different views. Whether they existed depended entirely on how I saw them, not on what others said.
He poured me another cup of tea. "All right, that was beside the point. I called you here because of Zeus's resurrection."
I had actually guessed it long ago. Zeus's resurrection was the real matter at hand.
"Have you decided to stay out of this?" he asked me.
I nodded. I felt that staying out of it was the best choice, one that suited our interests.
This war had originally been a power struggle within Mount Olympus. Why did we have to get involved?
Guiguzi nodded after hearing my analysis. "You're right, but you seem to have overlooked one thing. Why did they choose the Tibetan region of Great Xia as the place to resurrect Zeus? If they wanted somewhere closest to heaven, they had an even better choice. That place was just as close to heaven as Tibet, and for those fellows from Olympus, it was far safer than Great Xia."
I froze for a moment. "Where?"
"Takama-ga-hara."
Takama-ga-hara of the Island Nation!
That was right. It was also a place close to heaven, and there were not many gods in Takama-ga-hara. Their strength could not possibly compare to Great Xia's. That should have been the better choice for those people.
I could not help thinking to myself, since they could have chosen