Once, when the world was young, there were strength in arms and courage in eyes, that made sun shine, trees grow and world exist...
Suddenly — it's time to face it - awareness of mistake, fear of unknowable and unknown.
Impotence to affect the world around... Desperation growing... Powerlessness of rituals and spells.
Still the sun rises every morning, sky doesn't pour its rain when you demand.
Faintly shining stars walk their mysterious ways in the abysmal depths so far above.
Without any respect to what anyone can read in evolutions they make in their dance.
Will they listen?.. Will they answer?..
Will they serve? Or...
Overcome their creators, enslave their inventors... See how invisible shackles snap at their wrists!
Sun, rain, crops, success in hunting - everything relies On unseen overseers...
Complete spiritual slavery, taboos on names and actions, laid by authority of perfect immaterial substance.
If someone's name and shape are known — that is weakness, weakness of the greatest kind...
Available to use as a power to order or to deal, for hurting a name hurts its owner.
Place the invisible forces inside wood, ore and stone you've shaped with your own hands and name it!
And realize that idols can be much more complaisant rulers than spirits before which you're armless...
Then the idols came from the lords to servants of uprising polytheistic nations. As religion forms into moral codex, then idolatry degrades to mnemonic symbolism of the different social groups of people.
Miscellanious cults are the blissful cradle of primeval fine arts and the architecture. That is also source of the class division - with the fear of the divine priests are leeching unto nations... So the idols yield their reins to the human...
Now it's time to recall how it all may have begun...
[Enuma Elish, IV 119-122] : Kingu, who was the master above them, bound he was, consigned to the Death. Tables of destiny, unjustly owned - Torn from Kingu, sealed and hidden...
[Marduk's words] : So the blood I shall gather and strengthen it with bones, I shall create a living being and I shall call it Human. Indeed, I shall create humanity to serve the gods and put them to rest. The ways of the divine I shall change and amend.
When Kingu's destiny snapped around his neck, in his defeat he served to highest order and became a creating source of what he sought to destroy.
And his blood in which, as believed, one's soul is contained - it was mixed with the soil and so was the human crafted...
Ancient myths and tales have some amount of revelation...
Those who came to the world as a part of the world, but containing as well contrary otherworldly substance -
Human, fallen daemons, yet in firm grip of Earth, nevertheless we are able to be finally her masters.
For all spirits, all the idols, all the gods are within us, they are us — and at last we can raise our heads with dignity...
Oh, fallen daemons, now everything is in your hands alone...
Follow your heart as long as you live! Put myrrh on your head, dress in fine linen, Anoint yourself with oils fit for a god, Heap up your joys, let your heart not sink!
Follow your heart and your happiness, Do your things on earth as your heart commands!