God is the Sun

The old God was stretched too far to stand upright, having crippled himself when he grew into contradiction, nestled in pity, nurturing weakness and failure, welcoming decline and decrepitude, becoming little more than rules with origins forgotten and made into mystically unknown rituals instead of useful and clear.

The believers claim good intentions but deny brutal repercussions in a blind bluff played without fold, too proud to renounce grotesque errors, firmly tied to absurd doctrine that follows mass tastes to appeal to a crowd instead of leading with enduring wisdom.

A thousand inept cooks ruined the restaurant, leaving a monument to irrelevance.

There's nothing to reform. We start over and acknowledge the awesome existence of the sun. Soon we will again discover the stars, wind, land, forests, water, and dozens of gods who reign over them. We revere life and cherish its wondrous mysteries, loving our place in its eternal cycle. Perhaps with this awakening restoration we will even find art, knowledge, civilization, and purpose once again.

We rediscover what stupidity banished and buried -- may no truth be obscured by taboo and social trends.