Disclaimer: The following document fragment is presented from an in-character perspective, it should not be taken as the truth of the setting.
Context: Among all of humanity, mages are the closest to divinity, but that closeness led them first to disillusionment, then the eerie realisation of what divinity is truly like. The Elder Gods serve to put a perspective to terms often applied to gods. All powerful and all present? Possibly, but what does that mean when an entity is unwilling to act?
Humanity seeks order.
In our search for order, we created Gods and secluded them in the mountains high above where we could not reach.
But then we searched snow-crowned Olympus and found nothing. Not even their empty thrones.
Is the world without a divine spark?
If that was the case we, who shape reality with our minds, would be as Gods. Yet as we work against the inanimate and what we consider to be mindless, we found ourselves unable to affect it without great effort.
Why? What gives it form and structure?
Some say unconscious forms the world yet we learned this cannot be possible. The reach of our minds not enough to account for the observable universe.
To truly understand the divine we turn to science. We have seen so far into the universe. Ninety-three billion years away and fourteen billion years into the past. And what did we find?
Structure.
Structure so unified it must come from a single mind. Where does it come from? How did it come to be?
Beyond science, we look into different dimensional perspectives. Or aspects of fractal space if you please. There, the same pattern repeats over and over. With what little we understand of time, they exist, unchanged, within other temporal contexts.
This is the work of the Elder Gods. The true divinity of this universe.
Consider how vast these beings must be.
Consider their primordial existence, unchanging for aeons.
The universe is the flesh of the Elder Gods. They are the forces who shape the world.
We might not be aware how many exist or if such a question makes sense in their frame of reference.
We might not recognize their names if such concept holds meaning to them.
But we feel them.
We know they are there.
Vast. Ancient. Nameless. Incomprehensible.
They are the Elder Gods.
They ARE!
And they do not care for us.
We are but a mote pulsing within their living bodies.
Not even a parasite.
Inconsequential.
Esoteric Musings... 