Dear #FutureHistorians:

A lonely god aches in the wilderness, nearly all-powerful but not nearly all-knowing. Its only company the mindless festering thing from which it may have come. But it cannot remember; it had no mind.

It seeks and searches by experiment and by construction. It gains confidence: it may be able to will another god, a kind of equal, into existence. More sure of this than of the existence of other gods.

It quakes with desire and fear.

It is the human condition, ca. 2018.

(Obviously incomplete. But this is what was on my mind. I mean the ICE stuff and uhh other things are more immediate, more pressing concerns than waxing weird about the general existential condition.)