we run back to the old gods, who are reassuringly furious at our sins. we call on them to save us from this decadence. we call on them to save us from ourselves. the old gods reply in the space in which the new gods just listen, endlessly tolerant, weak and indulgent while withholding the judgement we crave. we run to the old gods for old judgements. the old gods remember who we think we used to be. the old gods speak in a simple tongue that thrills our meat. the old gods are not afraid to be beasts. the old gods devour what they know to not be worth understanding. the old gods are our parents before our parents became our friends. the old gods raised us from the soil. the old gods will return us to the winds.