A thought for gods

The past year has been a majority solitary existence. I realized during that time that I am small. That I ultimately have no control. That this life is but one in a vast ocean of lives being lost and gained every second. I'm insignificant. This isn't news, but it's become felt knowledge on a different level. 

A small man, almost entirely powerless among mysterious forces, walks the earth with eyes wide in awe and wonder, terror and disgust. He gives names to things. Assigns value. Creates a pantheon of gods. This morning I am aware of two of them:

Covid-19, the Destroyer of worlds.

Sleep, the Protector of minds.