“Suddenly we sensed that they were playing their last card, that they were cunning, ignorant and cruel like old beasts of prey and that, if we let ourselves be overcome by fear or piety, they would finally destroy us. We took out our heavy revolvers (all of a sudden there were revolvers in the dream) and joyfully killed the Gods.”
From “Ragnarok”, by Jorge Luis Borges, translated by James E. Irby.
Nothing particularly interesting about ourselves.
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