Of course, I'd be the last person to know for sure, I'm just as caught up in this "divine war" as they are. All of us think we know just how to set everything right, it's our only common ground. But sometimes, on nights like these, when the moon is bright in the sky, and the cold winds of autumn cut through the warm summer night, and that feeling of meloncholy settles over me ... just for an instant I feel human again.
I think maybe the purpose of it all is the conflict, not the final victory, but the carving of the path towards it. Then the thought slips away, reality grabs hold of me once more. I check the locks on my door one last time, and crawl back to bed hoping these philosophical musings will have left me and in their stead I will find sleep.