When talking on religious panels or to people in classes or really anyone about my religion; the number one question seems to be “how do you justify your belief in myths?”
Well the answer is because I feel my gods as plainly as you feel yours. I feel them listening during ritual, in the water, in the campus garden, in the sunshine, flowers, moon, and even in my calls for equality. Just because you don’t believe my stories are true doesn’t mean that they’re not. I’ll grant that I believe them to be embellished accounts of true events. The Greeks, after all, loved the theater.
Just because you thought they were fiction doesn’t mean they are. And just because your god is right for you doesn’t make him right for anyone else.