Thomas Kinkade Light of Freedom

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created, for example. They clearly must be created by their own believers, because a brief resume of the lives of most gods doesn’t stop. Belief goes right on believing. And since the focal point of belief had been lost, new points sprang up. Small as yet, not very powerful. The private deaths of every species, no longer united but specific.
In the stream, black-scaled, swam the new Death of Mayflies. In the forestssuggests that their origins certainly couldn’t be divine. They tend to do exactly the things people would do if only they could, especially when it comes to nymphs, golden showers, and the smiting of your enemies. Belief creates other things.It created Death. Not death, which is merely a technical term for a state caused by prolonged absence of life, but Death ?as? the personality. He evolved, as it were, along with life. As soon as a living thing was even dimly aware of the concept of suddenly becoming a non-living thing, there was Death. He was Death long before humans ever considered him; they only added the shape and all the scythe and robe business to a personality that was already millions of years old.And now he had gone. But belief