The Gods (n.) of Homer can never truly touch one another, being immortal, so their deeds and men's are so interwoven that one or the other always seems superfluous.
The Gods (n.) in an epic must be believed in by the poet; treated as lifeless machinery, whatever they do degrades into the poet's own artificial contrivance.
The Gods (n.) are products of imagination and cannot live in mere nature: they need surroundings produced by art, as artificial as themselves.
The Gods (n.) of Greece are childless: raised above the poverty of physical life, no goddess appears as a mother — Juno casts Hercules away and the Milky Way is the result.
The Gods (n.) of the Ancients were mere personifications: they did not know themselves, they were only known about — and so even they bowed to destiny.
The Gods (n.) can only be taken seriously once they leave Olympus and come alive as a pathos in a human being — where, despite all their justification, they lead to guilt and wrong.
The Gods (n.) quarrelling among themselves show a comical self-forgetfulness of their eternal nature; their fights are an arbitrary showing-off that melts into harmless play without result.
The Gods (n.) in Homer are the poet's way of making the inside visible: Athene restraining Achilles is the hero's own mind, interpreted objectively.
The Gods (n.) of Homer show an earnestness that is a ridiculous superfluity, since the heroes do the deed; and the heroes' labour is useless, since the gods manage everything.