What is your favorite drink?
Water. Just water. Pure, cool and fresh. I don’t want or need juice or soda or milk or any other liquid concoction. Just water.
As boring an answer as that may sound, let us consider the implications of drinking water on the regular. With a turn of the handle, clean water flows freely out of the faucet. Bottles of the stuff are for sale in the store. Water is always available.
Imagine times and places where that wasn’t the case and still isn’t today. Where the most basic building block of life, trusty H2O, is at a premium. Where drinking beer and Pepsi is safer.
So, when I drink water, I should remind myself to be thankful. Something so mundane shouldn’t be a privilege. I must remember that.
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“Hermes is not having the best time. He walks a fine line, and his duty as messenger of Olympus weighs heavily on him. Being a god in the modern age means living in a world that no longer believes in gods. How much can one deity accomplish when no one respects him anymore? And why do his instincts tell him that he, the son of Zeus, is losing favor with his own family?
Tensions abound. The upstart Young Gods play dangerous games using entire cities as their boards. Formless monsters strike from the nighttime shadows, terrorizing hapless mortals. Agents of rival pantheons scheme to thwart Olympus’ designs. In the thick of it all, Hermes does what he does best: trick, lie, and cheat his way to victory.“
Jake W. Powell 