我实名吹爆洋妞这篇文
那些碌碌无为却自恃清高的文人墨客依然高谈阔论。他们说不是的，神早已逝去。他们喋喋不休着总有一天，他，或是另外一个他再也不会回来。他们说，他棺材上的最后一颗钉子总会钉上。
可他们错了，神从未逝去，只是隐没。
他们隐没在朝朝暮暮的亲昵呼喊里，隐没在阳光正好的平凡之路上。往日的璀璨夺目，震耳欲聋，野火燎原尽数消失，换取永恒的光芒。
后来，神像逐渐钝化，浩瀚众星化为尘泥，花样年华归于记忆。
他们无迹可寻，他们永垂不朽。
And even glorified shitposters who like to call themselves journalists that like to argue and say no, god is dead, and drone on and on about how one day he or some other player will not come back, and finally hammer the nail into the coffin for good.
They’re wrong. Gods don’t die. They fade. They fade into everyday household names, into the commonplace ordinary mundane. They lose their bright shining glory, the roaring thunder, the fire, in exchange for eternal life. The bronze statues dull with time. Stars disappear into dust and even the brightest memories fade.
They fade, but they don’t die.
