Interesting sentiments…made me think of a story written by a friend, back a couple of years ago. It was told from a neophyte ‘god’s’ point of view, in a universe similar to the Endless:

(Excerpt from ‘Patience’, by Segumi)

“That eternal passing instant was the ultimate truth for him. He saw how small they all were, their sole existence to serve an ideal that was as ephemeral and everchanging as mankind itself. They were insignificant. They were nothing. Four nothings standing in a garden of doors, born of the desire of men to escape.

Everything is nothing. It spins and whirls in this great dance of eternity, the creator is created by his creation, the god of common thought, the divine consciousness was not a distant choir. They lived within it. They thrived and died by the whim of men, and despite their immortality, these servants were as fragile as the breath of a baby. All of these places and portals, palaces and people, they were all reflections of this divine will and existed within it.

Their fight was not with the infernal. Their fight was with their creator, a begging crying voice to not be forgotten. The forgetting would ever be their doom…”

Well, I enjoyed that passage, anyways.

I do often personally ponder the relationships between gods and mankind. Archetypes? Reflections? Ideals? Spiritual teddy bears to hold closely in our souls, at night?

In which direction does the relationship really run? And through what dimensions?

Still, faith remains.

*shrugs* *smiles*

Who knows. Maybe faith is, at heart, the most basic act of creation, spawning all existence…and the only reason anything exists, at all.

Just ask Tinkerbell. *jingle jingle*