Flesh of gods Suddenly, they woke up, feeling a soft, multicolored carpet covering their existence.
Suddenly, they knew what mortals enjoy or fear: the fact that death is their only certainty.
Suddenly, chemicals and electric shocks created a trembling, movement, and beats.
Suddenly, thoughts emerged, unfolding images identifying objects and other beings.
Suddenly, the sun heated their masses, and the wind cooled their entities.
Suddenly, they grew tired, or they felt overwhelming energy. They got sick, or no pain was their art.
Suddenly, they discovered a glittering truth, a portrait telling them of gods becoming human in form.
