It was a foolish thing to do. A mistake, we realise that now, now that it is too late. We should have realised that this small world we inhabit has no room for gods. It in a human world, we build it to human scales and concerns, we should not have invent those gods. We should have left it alone.
However, there are - it seems – people who want gods, people who need gods. They are, somehow, unsatisfied with the human, with our explanations for how the world began and why it turns, why the sun rises and the moons chase each other across our nights.
There are those who want stories and tales of supreme beings who use us mere mortals as their toys and playthings. They want creators at war with devils and demons.
That is the trouble with stories, with tales, especially tales and stories about gods. People will end up believing them. First they believe the stories, then they start believing in gods and then the gods grow out of those wants and need, becoming bigger and bigger as more and more believe, until there are gods in our skies fighting over who will rule over us.
And then....
Then it is too late, when we who create the gods are destroyed by those selfsame gods we thought we needed so much.
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