The Meditations of Gaius Caligula by Thomas Fitz Chapter I – Of Gods It is a commonplace among philosophers to call upon the gods as they begin their dissertations. Even Lucretius, that atomist, who believes in the immortality of nothing, incants to Venus. I suppose we must forgive him this - he was a poet, after all, and poets are but prophets without a temple - but I do find it strange. Philosophy is human reason directed at human questions. It does not need divine action. When the gods do give men answers, philosophers disdain it. Perhaps this is nothing more than a rhetor's trope, and not worthy of my attention. In any case, I will not be joining in it. I will not call upon any god as I begin to write my revelations. It is unnecessary, for reasons stated above, and unnecessary things irritate me. I can think of nothing more tedious than a Princeps, a ruler of the Roman world, pretending to humility as he proceeds to relay his wisdom to the world. Let us hope no Caeser is ever so dull as to pretend to be a mere philosopher. I, Caius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, known as "Caligulia", have no need of a higher authority to grant weight to my words or guide them to truth. I never have had need of anything but myself. I am sufficient to myself. Therefore I call upon myself, and am secure in the knowledge that I will answer.