because who knew that the bones of gods were made of glass? that they'd shatter upon impact with marble floors that if you smelted them they'd become indistinguishable with silica bits from sandy coasts that you would have to sweep up the shards before a child could slice his fingers upon their many edges and bleed? figured it was worth a try, and it was. your body was so light, for once and before you knew it you were flying up, out of this place that the angels left long ago.