“Do not then insist,” she said, “that what is not fair is of necessity foul, or what is not good evil; or infer that because love is not fair and good he is therefore foul and evil; for he is in a mean between them.” “Well,” I said, “love is surely admitted by all to be a great god.” “By those who know or by those who don’t know?” “By all.” “And how, Socrates,” she said with a smile, “can love be acknowledged to be a great god by those who say that he is not a god at all?” “And who are they?” I said. “You and I are two of them,” she replied. “How can that be?” I said. “That is very intelligible,” she replied; “as you yourself would acknowledge that the gods are happy and fair—of course you would—would you dare to say that any god was not?” “Certainly not,” I replied. “And you mean by the happy, those who are the possessors of things good and fair?” “Yes.” “And you admitted that love, because he was in want, desires those good and fair things of which he is in want?” “Yes, I admitted that.” “But how can he be a god who has no share in the good or the fair?” “That is not to be supposed.” “Then you see that you also deny the deity of love.” “What then is love?” I asked; “Is he mortal?” “No.” “What then?” “As in the former instance, he is neither mortal nor immortal, but in a mean between them.” “What is he then, Diotima?” “He is a great spirit, and like all that is spiritual he is intermediate between the divine and the mortal.” “And what is the nature of this spiritual power?” I said. “This is the power,” she said, “which interprets and conveys to the gods the prayers and sacrifices of men, and to men the commands and rewards of the gods; and this power spans the chasm which divides them, and in this all is bound together, and through this the arts of the prophet and the priest, their sacrifices and mysteries and charms, and all prophecy and incantation, find their way. For God mingles not with man; and through this power all the intercourse and speech of God with man, whether awake or asleep, is carried on. The wisdom which understands this is spiritual; all other wisdom, such as that of arts or handicrafts, is mean and vulgar. Now these spirits or intermediate powers are many and divine, and one of them is love.” “And who,” I said, “was his father and who his mother?”