At the Voodoo festival Loa and Chaos gods mingled and discussed how much like one another they were: a love of offerings, of mischief and of possessing human beings united them.
The young girl danced with her ancestors, and they swung near the crowd of Voodoo and Chaos gods. “Humans only this side of the dance floor,”growled her grandfather.
“I’ve always observed these prejudices, and this lack of integration,”observed a god who shall not be named. “According to the Greeks, Aphrodite made a prospective human daughter-in–law sort out lots of little seeds that are impossible for humans to distinguish. I feel like I’m in one of those sci-fi stories about giving the cold shoulder to aliens.”
“Maybe there is God, who is beyond all these distinctions!” cried the young girl, who had been mixing in some Catholic saints.
“There is”, said the unnamed god, “he’s me, he’s you and he’s the dance floor.”
This sounded rather pantheistic to Pan who was theistic-towards himself.
When can I cease to plunder
Diary entries: intimate,
All exposed to careless eyes.
A witticism, look of scorn,
And then I’ll be forgotten.
They won’t care if I tell
Or if I keep a vow of silence.
Titillation, fleeting wonder,
Fool: revealed too much.
Yet my writing must be me,
It cannot come from nothing.
As he jumped through the portal Ben thought of all his favourite time travel stories; then as he landed they were gone- they hadn’t been written yet.
The evergreen trees were clustered thickly on the slope, and coming towards him between the trees was Thor dressed in a traditional Viking costume. “You are going to fight me,” Thor said, “and the northern myths will change, and you will change.”
“I don’t want to fight a god,” Ben objected. “You will crush me.”
“If I tear you apart I will send one piece of you back through the portal,” said Thor, “and if you win your whole self can go wherever it likes.”
Ben drew a sword reluctantly, but then suddenly he was in a kitchen cooking MacDonald’s food. Soup slopped onto the floor, and a little row of mice watched from the yard, to which they had been banished to keep them away from the food.
Ben was confused. “Which outcome is this?” he asked. Outside in the restaurant a Ben lookalike ordered a meal. He was head of a specialist IT firm, and it was his lunch break.
“All outcomes exist at once,” said Thor.