Clay Gods

Human mind is hungry for meaning. Looking out into the bonelands and seeing none, the human mind creates its own. The mind crafts gods and demons, monsters and heroes, spirits and ghost. Some it crafts from event witnessed. Some it crafts by imagining a mind behind the roll of thunder and the fall dice and sickness which strikes the flock. The mind seeks meaning in the void, an existential fire by which to warm the quivering consciousness, weak with fear of the infinite night. But know that these things are our creation. We did not discover our gods. They did not craft us from clay, but rather it was we who formed them from the clay of our thoughts and words, breathed story into them and gave them power we could not hold ourselves. Worship no gods. They are our creations, daemons in the ancient Greek tradition, hermetic homunculi built to do our work. Use them, yes, but know their purpose. And throw them out if they should want to misbehave.