There were moments when it all seemed to fall together as though there could be some sort of design or purpose to these things. Of course, they knew there was no such thing. The People knew that the universe had no consciousness behind it, no direction and no purpose. They knew that life was for living and there was only one life with no purpose, fate or reason beyond itself.
The People knew they were free.
The People were free from the dead weight of the old gods who grumbled and moaned at a creation that had no need of gods and their attempts to impose themselves into a universe that had no place, or need, for them.
The gods were just stories, old tales from times long gone. The gods themselves weren’t any more - if they ever really had been – the heroes of those stories. Their heavens were empty, their hells had gone away and the gods themselves had come face to face with their own irrelevance to a world that had outgrown them.
The People, when they looked up into the sky, saw no gods hiding behind the beards of the clouds, they saw no faces in the moon or divine purpose in the movements of the planets and the stars. The People saw only the sky and how it held infinity more possibilities now that it was no longer held down by the dead hand of those once-mighty gods.
However, the gods decided they would not go quietly… not without a fight.
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