Gods prefer simple, vicious games, where you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight To Oblivion a key to the understanding of all religion is that a god's idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs. It would be a pretty good bet that the gods of a world like this probably do not play chess and indeed this is the case. Possibly the Creator of the universe got bored with all the usual business of axial inclination, albedos and rotational velocities, and decided to have a bit of fun for once. A tiny sun and moon spin around them, on a complicated orbit to induce seasons, so probably nowhere else in the multiverse is it sometimes necessary for an elephant to cock a leg to allow the sun to go past.Įxactly why this should be may never be known. Through the fathomless deeps of space swims the star turtle Great A'Tuin, bearing on its back the four giant elephants who carry on their shoulders the mass of the Discworld. As the cauldron bubbled an eldritch voice shrieked: 'When shall we three meet again?'įinally another voice said, in far more ordinary tones: 'Well, I can do next Tuesday.' In the middle of this elemental storm a fire gleamed among the dripping furze bushes like the madness in a weasel's eye. It was the kind of night, you could believe, on which gods moved men as though they were pawns on the chessboard of fate. The night was as black as the inside of a cat. Thunder rolled back and forth across the dark, rain-lashed hills. Lightning stabbed at the earth erratically, like an inefficient assassin.

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