All creation necessarily ends in this: Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.
Among all the creatures of creation, the gods favor us: We are the only ones who can empathize with their problems.
Everything that creates itself upon the backs of smaller scales will by those same scales be consumed.
Since we live in the heads of those who remember us, we lose control of our lives and become who they want us to be.
There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
Death... The moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
It is only through us that God lives. When we abandon him, he dies.
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