īŧ he grabs the second of the bowls of miso, and prises the lid off carefully so as not to spill it. īŧ
That... requires a bit of background on my universe, I guess.
īŧ one messy slurp later — īŧ
I say 'gods', but that's... not quite the right word. It's the word humans use. But what they — we — actually are is an 'aspect'. Some facet of sentient life given form. To the best of my understanding, in the primordial soup of consciousness at the beginning of the universe, as creatures began to gain more complex levels of thinking, of emotions... those emotions shaped that consciousness. Eventually, the soup started to get portioned out into different bowls that governed different things. But each one of them is sort of... fundamental to the structure of existence. I'm holding up a pillar of the world, so to speak.
īŧ because war, because conflict, because violent death always exist in places where sentient creatures live. it's inevitable. he's never found a single species that has known only peace. īŧ
There aren't multiple gods of the same thing at our level. The latest planet I've been on, Earth, has like... I don't know, a few hundred different 'war gods' across various polytheistic cultures. Maybe more, lost to time. All of them are me, all of them aren't me. People worship the name or the face or the idea they give to the concept that lives here, īŧ a tap to his chest. īŧ and I'm... aware of that. But it's not something I cultivate on purpose, and it's not like I walk around telling people what I am, or inviting them into my bullshit. īŧ he laughs, and shakes his head. īŧ I don't know that I've ever given anybody the rundown like this. That much, I'd remember.
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Date: 2024-01-20 05:19 pm (UTC)That... requires a bit of background on my universe, I guess.
īŧ one messy slurp later — īŧ
I say 'gods', but that's... not quite the right word. It's the word humans use. But what they — we — actually are is an 'aspect'. Some facet of sentient life given form. To the best of my understanding, in the primordial soup of consciousness at the beginning of the universe, as creatures began to gain more complex levels of thinking, of emotions... those emotions shaped that consciousness. Eventually, the soup started to get portioned out into different bowls that governed different things. But each one of them is sort of... fundamental to the structure of existence. I'm holding up a pillar of the world, so to speak.
īŧ because war, because conflict, because violent death always exist in places where sentient creatures live. it's inevitable. he's never found a single species that has known only peace. īŧ
There aren't multiple gods of the same thing at our level. The latest planet I've been on, Earth, has like... I don't know, a few hundred different 'war gods' across various polytheistic cultures. Maybe more, lost to time. All of them are me, all of them aren't me. People worship the name or the face or the idea they give to the concept that lives here, īŧ a tap to his chest. īŧ and I'm... aware of that. But it's not something I cultivate on purpose, and it's not like I walk around telling people what I am, or inviting them into my bullshit. īŧ he laughs, and shakes his head. īŧ I don't know that I've ever given anybody the rundown like this. That much, I'd remember.