““The other gods weren’t like this. They were still young and strong and gorgeous. Aging around the edges, but what could anyone expect after thousands of years? Hatred and bile burned like acid in his heart. He ignored the fact that his condition was his own doing, that it was the result of a breakable pattern. Centuries and millennia of festering, resentment, and thinking only of himself had poisoned him from the inside out. His thoughts shifted from his love of building and creation to the resentment of those around him until it narrowed to the confines of his own most basic, selfish needs—breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner, snack, dessert, and more snack. He was the engineer of the entire Paper Door system, but he was also the engineer of his condition. There was no one else to blame, which made him blame everyone else even more. Herb””
