Old gods fading
Notice which old certainties have gone quiet. Their absence may reveal what you have been worshipping without names.
A Myth for the Machine Age
Read onlineWhen old gods fade, the new ones arrive wearing circuitry and song.
A poetic myth-cycle about doubt, farewell, assembly, technology, ritual, and the powers modern people make when they stop believing they are worshipping anything.
Read online and use the section map to choose the doorway that fits the pressure you are living with now.
6 sections to explore
1 reading movements
75 minute estimate
What this book opens up
Walk through the twilight into a stranger sacred language.
A Song for the New Gods treats modernity as a mythic threshold. It asks what replaces older forms of worship, which new powers deserve suspicion, and whether a truer song can still be sung.
Mythic movements
Ideas to carry forward
Cleansing doubt
Doubt can cleanse without destroying. Let it remove false devotion while protecting the capacity for reverence.
The great assembly
At the assembly, listen to every modern power asking for loyalty. Not every shining god deserves a temple.
A new song
A new song should make people more human, not more obedient. Test the sacred by what it awakens.
Reading path
Twilight, doubt, assembly, farewell, crucible, song
Movement
A Song for the New Gods
Part I Twilight of the Old Gods My earliest memory is of an idol shattering. I must have been no more than four years old, crouched on the polished stone floor of the great sanctuary hall while my father—high in the gallery—intoned the evening prayer. Part II The Cleansing Doubt A sharp rapping at my door before dawn woke me from uneasy dreams. I threw on a cloak and unlatched the heavy wooden door to find Darius, a fellow scribe and one of the quiet dissi Part III The Great Assembly [Transcript of the Grand Assembly, held in the Council Hall two days after the arrest of Marik. Part IV A Rite of Farewell They laid my father to rest with all the rites and honors befitting a Council Elder. Part V The Crucible of Ideas The next day at noon, as promised, I entered the Council Hall not as a scribe crouched at the margins, but as an invited participant at the great circular table. Part VI A Song for the New Gods Seasons turn, and with them, the pages of our lives. It is now a year since that fateful assembly and the tenuous peace forged in its aftermath.