this is a story about the small gods i found in my garden after moving from the city to a small village in the countryside.
the christian god is everything and therefor nothing. people have become indifferent to him.
there are a lot of small gods, who used to be mighty and now occupy their own small space in the area.
i suspect that my compost heap is one of those gods. he talks to me in my thoughts and dreams and orders me to praise him and care for him.
the neighbors cat might be a god too, but with cats you can never know for sure.