I said, "You are gods..."

I said, "You are gods; you are all sons of the Most High.

However, you will die like men and fall like any other ruler."

-Psalm 82:6

Mix meditating on that verse, considering eternity, the splendor and terror of humanity, and the idea of the Unified Church standing over time, and it's no wonder my thoughts have been running to the mythical.  Ragnarok.  Elysian Fields.  Celtic Otherworlds.  Shinto folklore.  Humans are bigger than those characters.  Each quisling is more a Judas; each friend is more a Beowulf.  Each action has eternal significance.  Sons of the Most High.

However, you will die like men and fall.

We may be used to affect eternity, but we don't hold it in the balance.  Each of us may act as Atlas, but even he had to kneel on Something firmer.

Funny - this state of humanity.  Our actions are unworthy of us as gods.  Beyond deplorable, we are unworthy of our mighty tasks.  Paradox, baby.  You know you know.