Ctulu dawn....
A belief in the supernatural comes with a weakening of the self…. A long time ago, the earth was a lonely place. The population was too little, the land was too barren, or may be too forested, or too icy and there were wild beasts, for taming animals was not known. It was the treacherous place where only the fittest survived. Man was weak; man was vulnerable; man was helpless against nature. Out there, God was the only protector. Then some wise guy invented the wheel and some other discovered fire, and all that jazz. Populations grew, tribes began to form and civilizations began to happen. God this time, was not just a protector; religion became a way of life for the people, a way of disciplining the masses, a means of suppressing the old animal instincts. Gods were on top of unreachable hills, God was the holy Mother in nature, God was the one supreme power the people bowed down to. The civilizations grew and came into conflict with one another. Powers, wealth and egos grew. An