#n comes my Feelings about parenthood and expectations and purpose. idk

[allseeingdirt]

thinking about created gods. about gods created from peoples hopes and dreams. from belief. you exist because of them. because they created you. your power, they gave. your divinity, they gave. your task, to protect, to care, to nurture, to punish, they gave. and how wretched of an existence that must be. to exist only to serve. a beacon of light higher than anything and everything, and they curse you, and they beg for you, and they revel in your light demanding demanding demanding. and yet not to answer is to die. is to cease. is to disappear like forgotten hymns. and perhaps the desperate wish held in gritted teeth and knuckled fists to live, to live to live to live and hold existence and life and peace in your hands is the most universal trait of every living thing. because you serve. there is no other choice for you. can't you see? can't you see? you made me. you made me.

you made me in your image.

#having some feelings about CREATION and GODHOOD and PARADOXICAL PARENTHOOD in midnight at tumblr dot com again i see. #this was spurred by the fact ive been reading zelda fics again n their finicky relationship with the gods. hylia in particular. idk. #something about gods and humanity and the blur and dinstiction of the two fascinates me. and add in the gods r created from man trope i lik #2 ping pong my head once in a while n yeahh. #n comes my Feelings about parenthood and expectations and purpose. idk #if gods rlly were created by us. and they were sentient n entirely dependant on us to exist. wouldnt that be fucked up or what? #we created a living being for the sole reason to serve us. answer our prayers n whatnot. that in itself is already fucked up. #and then u get the ones who curse the gods. or rlly just Not Like them. n that would add another layer of fucked up wouldnt it? #you made me. you made me in a way that i could never be anything but what you made me. you made me this way. #gah i wish i can write. something w this premise. group of protags confront a god. confronted with the wretched understanding it has always #been us. it has always been us at the root of it all. another metaphour for children n parenthood yippee. lol