The ending lines to a particularly affecting Video Essay Entitled "Godless Worlds" that you watched as a 12 year old and formed a basis for much of your modern media palette
It is in fact these very godless worlds that I find so arrestingly beautiful. Precisely because of the people the inhabitants of these worlds learn to love and the people they come to hate. The people they call their gods are shaped by their environments, innately, these words where those inside live knowing for a fact that their gods are dead or gone or never existed, and yet, still persist in forming their own deities.
In a dream I had when I was nine, I imagined that I was creating my own god, forming this thing older than the universe, outside of the universe who would play with the planets like marbles in my bedroom. I was creating it out of the dust and sand of my mind so that I may pray to it, and fear it till the day I died.
I woke when the impossibly large thing I had built was finished, at the exact moment it opened its mouth.
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