Old myths, like languages
Grow legs and wander away.
I oft wonder what happened to the Gods of ancient days? Did the masons carving their images trap them in the monoliths? Did unrequited love turn them into stone with the final breaths of their devoted?
If so, will a new believer breathe live into the graven images setting them free for the next generations to worship? To die for? Or does someone need to remember the correct prayer, utter the perfect incantation in the original language?
Where are Anubis, Zeus, Minerva sleeping? Would awakening them bring about a god war as each vied for power or did the wisdom of the centuries teach them to live and let live? More likely, there would be a people started war, renewed crusades with humans inflicting suffering on humans, another round of death to promote the myth of the day.
As life evolves with humanity coming to its eventual demise and the rats or roaches become the dominant life form on Earth, will they sneer at the myths we elevated to Gods with the voracity that we relegated the ancient deities to fantastical story? For make no doubt, they will have their own Gods, Gods created in their image twisted to declare rats were created in Gods’ image.