Gods & Love
Sure the 90s were, in some respects, the dark ages of technology but but that doesn't make me miss it any less. And yet at the same time, I find myself extremely happy with my life. Such is the human condition: man outstretched with one hand towards the infinite; the cosmos. Mind and thoughts can bend time, and transcend even death. And yet, with one leg tied to the Earth, we know our own mortality must end one day.
And it is this very image that is the Faustian man. Who is the embodiment more of an eternal element rather than that of the practical humanist. However, his tragedy is he is in love with the temporal. And it is only through the destruction of the temporal is the infinite freed from its bond. This is an eventual fate of all things eternal and yet, at-the-one-same fleeting.
Gods know nothing of this, as they are both limitless in their mind and immortal in body. And it is this unique condition that gives a Faustian man an advantage over any God.
Gods know nothing of love. Well, not the unique love two mortals share. Gods know lust, and this is documented very well with Krsna, Zeus, YHWH (or whatever you may call the Christian God), and tons of other lustful deities who simply cannot resist the allure of a female human. I don't blame them. There are plenty of beautiful women in the world, that come in all shapes and sizes, colors and physiologies.
However (like an episode of Maury), after their tryst, they usually leave the woman and reassume the helm of their throne, or in some of the more Asiatic traditions they don't leave at all.
I don't want to come across as a deiophobe, but a man should never take advice on love from any God—even if it's a goddess who is the patron saint of love and beauty.
After all, it was Minerva(Athena) who turned the most beautiful woman her temple into Medusa. And still felt (what could be interpreted as) intimidated by her and had Perseus kill her.