Gods for rent

Imagine yourself such a stall.

Not so big, made from a nice, bright stone, with lovely, sculptured shelves and all this glitter. And of course whispers, soothing music…

Imagine even a shop maybe…

With gods.

For rent, or to buy, cheap and expensive ones; forever, or maybe only for a month. Would you decide for a one to always keep your socks in pairs or is it too weird for you? Do you see gods as huge, unnatural beings, forgetting, that in every mythology they created humans, so… they could not be so unhuman.

Nope…

So… imagine a stall.

Would you decide for one? Or maybe you would never exchange yours? Are you having a god? One and only? Or is it too personal? Is it offending when I call you believes mythology? Or maybe you in fact do not care…

No worries, I am no preparing a fucking crusade. I am only writing another story. A novel maybe. With gods, magic and regular people.

With you all.

About you all.

And your gods. There is in fact so many of them. Those more famous, those less famous, those forgotten, those sleeping, those still waiting to be noticed, those loud and those so silent. Those able, and those who are only pulling your leg.

So many…

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