... I pass through the farms and the fields of Athens blessing the land so that the upcoming harvest will be fruitful. This is not for my needs for the Gods eat ambrosia and drink nectar. Every year people sing and dance, play flutes and trumpets and enjoy the worship of Dionysus. Every March in Athens, when the seas are free and calm to sail upon and when the farmers have prayed for success in the future when gathering their harvest produced from the Spring Festival, the Great Dionysia can begin. Many people still come to watch and participate in the festival. People come, even if they do not have tickets for the plays, for the festival itself, which is always magnificent. They can still join and enjoy the great procession on the first day. This is a grand momentous procession, which reflects my grand self. Obviously sacrifices are offered, not pigs ...

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