The Sun God was not particularly bright. But he was stubborn. And to the constant annoyance of the rest of them, he was also at the center of everything.

“I’ve made up my mind,” he said, with determined aloofness.

“I don’t understand,” said the Goddess of Wisdom, “This is incredibly shortsighted.”

“I disagree,” said the Sun God, “On the contrary, I’m concerned I’m the only one truly thinking in the long term.”

The whole pantheon waited and a few moments of dead air fell across them. No one dared to interrupt before the Sun was finished speaking. Then finally.

“Walk me through it one more time,” said the God of War.

The Sun God smiled, and it was true, there was a warmth there among his smile. But also a horrible gleaming brilliance. Like a flash too strong could blind even a God. Or in an instant with a flicker of will, extinguish all you ever had been or could hope to dream you might be. He was a thing of beauty. And of terror.

Now he spoke with a dangerous purpose.

“Don’t you see, they’ve failed us,” he said, “Down on Earth. They dance and they feud and they bicker. Make their little wars and lives of little meaning. Nothing of significance at all. Such petty little things. It’s time we finally acknowledge what we’ve done. So let us see clear, and speak clear. We have failed, my friends. But now, the greatest failure of all would be to continue on in blind and knowing ignorance of the truth: that we have failed. Our creations, these humans, the people of Earth, they are nothing but a stain. A waste. And a ruin. I say we burn them all. It would only take a moment. Just a moment, I surge, I burn. And I burn them all. And then we start again.”

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You can only do so many things with your time. You can walk, you can watch, you can work. But whatever it is, you live your life through what you do. So believe that what you do matters, and there’s a chance it just might. Commitment to an idea is the most beautiful thing a mind can do. The idea can be anything: a person, a purpose, a project. Life is what you build. Understanding that simple truth is a powerful thing. And when you look at your life in all its hours and see the time and the promise for what it is, you will be transfixed.

A moment is nothing. Just a piece of life that bends and slips away. A moment is red. It’s a loop, with no start and no end. It’s small, but you can stretch it. Roll it between your fingers. It might break if you pull too hard. Or fly away like a slingshot if you let go. A moment is almost nothing.

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Diaz Moldar was ready to make the kill. Although at the moment he wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about it. He didn’t have any apprehensions about violence. He’d been doing this for far too long to be worried about anything like that. But as he sat there waiting to commit murder for hire, he felt a distinct sense of boredom.

He had been following his mark for days, a man named Ryan Babeth. He had committed two sins of the sort that lead to being followed by a man like Diaz Moldar. He often reminded himself that everyone he killed was a sinner in one way or another. Good people weren’t worth paying an assassin for. Babeth’s first sin was sleeping with another woman behind the back of his wife, who was herself wealthy and powerful in her own right. Not the sort to go spurned quietly. The second sin however was the truly damning one. His father had died recently and so Babeth had inherited a very large sum of money which he’d kept hidden overseas from his now doubly spurned and (worse from her perspective) comparatively far less wealthy wife. And so began her hunt for a reputable, goodmet, liptight, and undeniably violent man to serve justice upon her husband’s sins. Diaz was such a man. And now was the day of retribution. When he got the job he’d been glad for the familiar thrill of the hunt. He always liked playing a critical part in the climax of the story of a life. Yet somehow this time there was far less thrum in his blood than was normal. He was sure that would come soon enough though.

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