In the unlikely event of there being a God then Wednesday's declared emphatic YES result of the same-sex marriage survey will surely have left him hopping mad in heaven.
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Meanwhile, up on Mt Olympus how differently the dink-di Australian result will have been greeted by the pantheon of gods of the Ancient Greeks. Arch Christians (piety-pocked men like Tony Abbott and other conservative opponents of marriage equality) believe their God opposes same-sex relationships. And they're right. He so does.
Meanwhile some of the Greek gods themselves (so engagingly like us mere mortals) openly engaged in same-sex partnerships.
Back to the sexy ancient gods and to our contemporary same-sex news in just a moment.
First, though, allow your columnist, son of a Scottish father, to meditate on the plight of Jacqui Lambie. The fact of her, too, having a Scottish father has this week found her unqualified to serve in federal parliament.
It is a measure of the absurdity, the tragedy of the Constitution's malignant Section 44, that the possession of Scottish blood should ever be thought a disqualification of anyone from anything. It is, really, a qualification as fine as the finest PhD.
Of course I am half Scottish and so a little biased. And yet because I have such a sharp, Highland mind even my biases are evidence-based.
And so I refer anyone who doubts the powerful effervescence of Scottish genes and blood to US historian Arthur Herman's best-selling book How the Scots Invented the Modern World: The True Story of How [Scotland] Created Our World & Everything in It.
The modest (but true) claims for Scottish influence made in Herman's title refer to a galaxy of great Scottish achievement in thought and deeds, in invention and in the arts that have made possible enlightened modernity as we know it.
And the big achievements of small Scotland loomed, in the early 1900s, in the thoughts of those Australians choosing a site for a federal capital city. In federal Hansards we find parliamentarians citing the brilliant Scots (and the energetic vikings, too) as proof of how "bracing" (bitterly cold in winter) climates created fine brains in those races that lived in those "bracing" places.
For this reason, our site-seeking movers and shakers urged (and they eventually got their way) we must build the federal capital city somewhere "bracing" that is known to have oodles of frosts in Winter. Bracing weather creates fine, clear thinking.
This is why, when you look at the long shortlist of the seriously-considered sites (like Canberra but also like similarly bleak Dalgety that so nearly got the great guernsey) they are all in what look at first like god-forsaken highland places.
They, the movers and shakers, were right about Scots being so smart, and so it is a tragedy that grim and grumpy Section 44 has required the admirably half-Scottish Jacqui Lambie to fall on her claymore.
But it is time, with a skip in our steps, to frolic back up Mt Olympus.
Goodonya Australians! Ours is only a smallish country but our YES vote is probably what Shakespeare is anticipating when he has a character rejoice "How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world."
There has been much whingeing about the cost of the survey but perhaps $122 million is small price to pay for this snapshot, this glimpse of who and what Australians are. And by the way it is a glimpse of. English language usage catches the occasional virus and these days one of them has the beetle-headed media and flap-mouthed people in public life talking of a glimpse into. But you can't have a glimpse into something. It is the essence of the glimpse that it is a fleeting sighting. Sir Robert Menzies only got a glimpse of the fair-faced Queen Elizabeth, but that was enough.
"I did but see her passing by/And yet I will love her till I die," he simpered as he experienced love at first glimpse.
But back to Olympus, and among the several Greek gods surely buoyed by Wednesday's declaration is Apollo. He is the mighty god of everything of importance, including music, truth and prophecy, healing, the sun and light, poetry and public transport by light rail.
Apollo and the Macedonian Prince Hyakinthos were openly in love and when the prince died the grieving Apollo turned his late lover into the sweet-smelling hyacinth flower. Remember that the next time you mince along to hyacinth-rich Floriade.
And most importantly in the context of Australia's same-sex marriage debates, Apollo had a meaningful relationship with Hymen, the god of marriage.
So well done, Australians. Your vote confirms the findings of every Census that fewer and fewer of you believe there is an angry Christian God up there for you to be afraid of, to tell you how to think and vote.
Just for fun and dramatic impact I continue to imitate Shakespeare's way (and using some of his words) of ending a scene with a ringing verse. So of the same-sex survey today's column notes:
Thus gallant, best-tempered Australians doth support the sweet fair go.
With but the tickle-brained, beef-witted churlish voting NO.