Anyway, the title The War of the Insect Gods came before we had that ending, before we knew they had become gods. That we knew the evolutionary cycle they went through. Before we even knew anything about that. We had an ending.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For most of the history of our species we were helpless to understand how nature works. We took every storm, drought, illness and comet personally. We created myths and spirits in an attempt to explain the patterns of nature.
When humans become gods, when our wings grow so great as to beat about the very edges of the earth, no one can answer but us.
In the life of the spirit there is no ending that is not a beginning.
Man ceased to be an ape, vanquished the ape, on the day the first book was written.
In our family, as far as we are concerned, we were born and what happened before that is myth.
The war was the end of an era, in art as well. And we were trying to create a new philosophy.
Already at the origin of the species man was equal to what he was destined to become.
What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?
Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind.
The gods did not reveal, from the beginning, all things to us.