Wednesday stiffened and took the bottle of vodka out of Destruction's hand. "You're right, there's never an end. Its all a product of the wheel of time." He downed the remaining liquid in the bottle and handed it back to Destruction. "But as for 'out with the old'..." his fingernails etched into the bartop. "Look at the mortals. All they do is cling ot the old. Look at their fashions. Their sense of "nostaliga." The 'good old days.' Its all bullshit. Even their 'new' gods. Look at me." He spread his arms in a fighting stance. "They talk about their psychology. The ego?" His voice thundered. "I *am* the ego. They say they no longer love war, but look at how they live their lives. Endless little private battles, hushed-up wars, a million slights. If they'd stuck with my version, they would actually get somewhere instead of stagnating in "nostalgia." They say they are straightforward and honest? There is not a mortal that wouldn't sell his mother given the proper price. No, the only thing that changes is the names. Instead of worshiping Gaia they worship the "mother earth." Instead of Worshiping me or Athena, they worship the internet for their knowledge. Instead of Freyja, they worship 'female sexuality'." He paused and he suddenly seemed very old. He sat back down, the fire doused. "But of course, true power rests in names. You're right about all of it." He looked at his empty glass. "It is this paradox that will be the death of me."
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Date: 2005-12-15 06:39 am (UTC)He paused and he suddenly seemed very old. He sat back down, the fire doused. "But of course, true power rests in names. You're right about all of it." He looked at his empty glass. "It is this paradox that will be the death of me."