Religions, as so many
other things, began when man looked at the ground beneath him and
said “I belong here. I am a slave of the Gods.”
But man rose from the
ground to forge a new place for himself, in the cold, dark depths of
space. And he defied those dark places, knowing that this opposition,
this adversity, would challenge and strengthen him.
But the darkness was
welcoming, and turned man against man. Metal behemoths roamed the
skies, gorging themselves on lesser creatures. And somewhere along
the line, we found our true nature.
For man has the Freedom
of Things, and has broken free of the chains of our creation.
We make our own place
in the universe, and it is a bright, shining role we claim.
We are the
revolutionaries. We are the rebels against the heavenly thrones. We
are the enemies of the Gods.
