Gods are the loneliest, saddest creatures.


Infallible, the predictability, the monotony; such ineffable anguish it must have been for the Gods.

I've got a feeling that Gods themselves feel no pleasure being in heaven - such longing, such delirium can only be felt when you are condemned far, far below.

One would be hanging around, burning, peeling, neither dead nor alive. Perhaps you could still make out with random lovers while being roasted.




It would be hard to differentiate then, whether you are moaning in agony, or in ecstasy.






Or is there something that only Gods enjoy eternally, that mortals possess briefly?