Today was a good day. 

Sitting by himself near his tent, Manus the mage wrote in the book in front of him things that would set even the most brilliant of minds racing with new ideas... Or labeled completely insane and safely ignored by the majority. The line between genus and insanity was often blurred after all. 

As was often the case, Manus paused in what he was writing on the forces that kept things on the ground as a new line of thought entered his head. Flipping ahead several pages in order to give him room to return to what he was writing later as he explored this new idea, Manus put ink to paper as he wrote down the inturding thought in order to get it out of his brain. 

[i]There are no such things as gods, nor transcendence. Only power. To become a god is merely to find that power.[/i]

Manus stared at what he had written. There were plenty of people out there that would consider such a sentence to be the foulest of heresy and would most likely try to have him killed for daring to challenge their beliefs... But Manus kept writing all the same. 

[i]For just about anything to be considered a god, all it requires are those willing to believe that it is a god and worship it as such. While the strong of both body and magic are often the targets of such worship, the cunning can also claim worship with some careful planning and a bit of luck. While such cults of personality tend to die out when the figure of devotion does, some manage to hang around after the death of their idol for a variety of reasons.[/i]

In total silence, Manus continued to write in his book rather innocently, blind to the world around him.