I stole food from temples. It is well known that the gods are friends of the wise, and friends are a community who share their goods. Since I am a wise man, I know that the gods want to share their goods with me. It is just a matter of making the arrangements. Just look at all of the god-forsaken people around here.
People go to the temples and pray for their health.
Afterwards, they go home and feast until they are sick. This morning I saw a man being sprinkled with holy water to make his soul pure. There is as much chance of improving his soul in that way as improving his grammar. The gods provide every man with the means to be happy, yet people devote their lives to making themselves miserable. For once, I am at a loss for words.