The New Pantheon – The God of Economy

Now, this is a whimsical god if I ever saw one. Even the god of economy’s most devoted worshipers can by him be fooled and left stranded.

The realm of this god is vast, ranging from our vocal instruments—which also serve for us to eat, taste, kiss, and breathe, for instance—to a cleaning station where large fish go to have smaller fish or even shrimps remove their parasites.  Oh, yes: the god of economy doesn't care about humans alone, just as the goddess of sex doesn't, and that’s why they are true gods.

But this god is also deceptive. And he might be the one responsible for mirages. As one example, he’ll lure us into cheating on a school exam in order to attain our goal. Yet what happens is that the way to that goal, the process, is the one which will enrich us, and not the end result. So while our goal is achieved we didn't improve our condition at all. And that’s when you can hear the god of economy laugh a good laugh. He does love irony.

This new god's name, if you want to pray to him or ward him off, is Mireco.

As I’m writing this piece under the auspices of Mireco, I must stop here. You go and figure out the remainder of his characteristics.

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photo by Public Library of Science, depicting a reef manta ray at a cleaning station, maintaining a near stationary position atop a coral patch for several minutes while being cleaned by cleaner fishes

The New Pantheon - The Goddess of Sex

Recently I started playing a game called Words With Friends. That’s an app version of Scrabble, more addictive probably because your opponents can play with you any time, without the constraints of presence and... well... time. 

Quite an innocent thing, isn't it? 

Checking out the various menus of my new app I came across one named Community Match... And it turns out that the community is populated by photos, many of young women's selfies, some in bikini, some in underwear, and that you can search "community members" who are near you, and also based on their gender. So there you go: Tinder for Scrabblers.  

Gods won't disappear as long as there's a human being alive... who has the belief genes in him. So I want new gods. The old ones smell rotten no matter how you try to perfume them. And too many times the rottenness is that of human flesh.

Those apps prove once again the existence of probably the most important god for us: sex. Besides being one of the most pleasurable things you can do on earth, we all are the byproduct of sex, or of sexual fluids, for those who were conceived in vitro. Most of the things we deal with in everyday life can be traced back to the goddess of sex.

The second most difficult task after identifying a deity is naming it. In the western world tradition, we've the Greek (and Roman) Eros (Cupid), and Venus (Aphrodite). But they too smell of rotten flesh from having been gravely wounded by psychology or commerce, while Reproduction is too sterile a name for a god, no matter how new that god might be.

So here's my best shot for the time being: Penina.

Okay, okay! Vagenis then.

As if it mattered which came first.