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.