Too small for the godsA Story by Silvanus SilvertungA journal entry musing on my relationship to fantasy and the divine. Not my best work.Today I read a book by my favorite author - and I am frightened. He has told us that the almighty is dead and that the spren, the spirits of the world are shaped by man’s beliefs. I am frightened that he will turn out like all the others. That he will fall into the cliché I see around me. I fear that his gods are mankind’s creations. Fantasy has always shaped my religious beliefs. The first time I remember it was when I created a word with a complex plethora of gods - some drawn from stories - most from Astrix , my knowledge of Celtic mythology at the time. In time I began to worship them. Theology arose around them, and then later explanations for how gods I had created might be real. I came up with an idea I thought original. We create our gods. Time passed and eventually as beliefs will mine broke. Atop Umatilla rock, 200 foot cliffs dropping on either side - the desert spanning as far as I could see - everything I had built suddenly felt too tight. I decided to lay everything I thought I knew aside and simply listen, wait watch and observe. Not bind myself to any doctrine. In time new beliefs replaced the old - but still the sense of open possibility has remained. The world has not done the same. What I thought an original idea I now see everywhere. Every new book I read and game I play. Movie I watch and TV show I stream. We create the gods they proclaim in mighty revelation and I cannot help but wince. It feels childish, like a truth that I have outgrown. Worse I fear it a cliché. Fantasy has always shaped my religious beliefs, whether adopting those my favorite books hold true, or fighting against those I cannot accept. By imagining a thousand worlds with a thousand and one different gods it allows me to see patterns - some that ring true, others dull and false. The truth will always be larger, yet I can explore - I can always explore. Yet what if fantasy rings with one truth? It is a thing all fantasy writers must avoid - each conception of the gods must grow. And where can we grow with created gods? We could learn that to be created is not to be less than that which has always been. That’s the direction I went before even that felt too tight. Let the gods not be our creations. Let them be varied and multiple in their origins. Not gods as we imagined the gods of old but alien races from the stars, monsters born of raging suns, trans-univeral AIs created and transcending the ancient races that created them. Let gods be the ancient ones glimpsed only rarely by mankind, and given myriad names, none of them their true, let gods be what arises when too much energy happens in one place, spontaneous and elemental. Let them be creators and destroyers to whom humans are nothing but microbes and the universe their sandbox. Let gods be things that have not been written before - so strange they will never be written again, or so glorious they will be copied by generations of fanfiction - but do not let gods be small pitiful creations of mankind’s minds - inevitably confused by all the different stories - inevitably thinking themselves creators but only because their creators think them so. It is time to find a new truth for the gods. This one was larger than the last, but too small to hold them now. I’m afraid we may be stuck here forever, but I also have hope. Hope in the endless imagination of our writer’s, exploring - not creating - the divine. © 2021 Silvanus SilvertungReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 15, 2021 Last Updated on August 15, 2021 AuthorSilvanus SilvertungPort Townsend, WAAboutI write predominantly about myself. It's what I know best. It's what I can best evoke. So if you want to know who I am read my writing. I grew up off the grid in a tower my father built, on five ac.. more..Writing
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