[ WP ] Be afraid . For when the gods created man , they created him not in their own image , but to appease what lurks in the void .

There is much solitude, and darkness, and quiet in the deepness of space. But that is not all that lies there. Probe deeply enough, and you will find the Gods, if you know how to see them. But go even further, and you will find an unnamed creature. It is older than the Gods themselves. It is blacker than the universe. It is quieter than the vacuum of space. But the Gods hear it, for it is why men exist. 
 
 Humanity is a colony that has been carefully nurtured. Each and every God has watched with care as the homosapien story has unfolded. Every volcanic eruption, each gust of wind, and every drop of rain is as it should have been. It is as the unnamed creature instructed. 
 
 The gods would not have built planets, would not have shaped stars, would not have manufactured life, without the word of the unnamed creature. Its voice is silent and loud. It penetrates all. Humanity knows it as `` consciousness.'' That voice that sings, instructs, and dares men to do as they do. People strive, and flourish, and *dance the merry dance* that's whispered in their ears. It is to no worthwhile end. How futile their efforts are. 
 
 He has witnessed this great creature too, has man. He watches in his telescope. That grand and wondrous cosmic event he calls `` black holes''. Their terrifying beauty. 
 
 How strange how many things find death a thing of beauty. 
 
 Perhaps it is a final sense of admiration, a wry regard for the glory of what might best you. For surely as the night is black that strange phenomena will end him. 
 
 The unnamed creature is hungry. Ravening. And Gods are not renewable. Their creations - such as man - however, are. And the terrible creature has many mouths: mouths that start inside a star; inhale it, and everything around it; meteors, comets, planets, civilisations. For the black hole is the maw of the beast, and man, for all of his wonder before the great `` black hole,'' is in fact looking in to the mouth of the predator that will consume him. 
 
 Each and every hole pulls in another world of sentient, intelligent beings. And the Gods keep making more, lest it be their turn. 
 
 And all the while men try to search for other intelligences in the universe. But before their broadcast will reach a young, incipient, growing crop of life, they will be gone. For earth is nearly ripe, and the unnamed creature is growing hungry. In a year; 10 years; perhaps a hundred; the beast will arrive to feed.
