How can they not see? The Gods, mere Man, the struggles of the petty Nations! Nought but children squabbling in the face of the tide that rushes to drown them all! How could they be so blind? Blind to the war that rages all around them, blind to the Eternal Crusade waged since the dawn of time when ragged mortality first tore itself bloodied from the womb and, defiant, screamed at the heedless cosmos! Can they not perceive it in the lowliest germs that sprout their crops, in the swarms of rutting vermin that writhe in their sewers, in their own flesh and bone? This miracle, this crux of reality, standing alone athwart the tide of crawling Chaos! It is no god, no airy spirit, that holds back the fulcrum of existence, teetering on the precipice of form-erasing, self-ablating void! It is Life! Life! Alone in all the cosmos, endlessly renewing, constantly mutating, clinging onto every crevice, every toehold, in the infinite cold darkness! If only they could see!