The wild creative power of the old gods knew difficult forms in thoughts and shapes, leading many to break, and many more
to melt and congeal into a larger and larger ongoing chain throughout everything , beyond them, and everything, like
a great line going to all horizons invisible to them, but blocking their view. They came together to stear The Eternal
away, but found themselves steared by it instead. No trick of the old gods could fix this, so they lived as far as they could away from
her, and lived in willful ignorance of her subtle and illusive nature.