I Am Not A God
A million little lights shone in front of Celestia, filling up her room as she set the teapot on the stove. All of them were different, all of them dancing and twinkling and telling her about the future. She hadn’t seen shadows in centuries.
She paid them no mind. There was someone at the other side of her chamber doors, and she had to do something about it. In truth, Celestia could have talked much sooner, but she didn’t. She wanted to wait for the water to boil.
“I know you’re looking through the keyhole, Shining Armor,” she said. She spoke slowly, but clearly. “You may come in.”
Some lights twinkled, reflecting Celestia’s choice. Behind her, the doors opened, and Shining Armor came in, speaking with haste. “I’m sorry, your Highness. My behavior was improper, and I’ll—”
“You won’t receive any punishment.” And her words echoed with deliberate calmness. “Worry not. I only wish to talk.”
“Thank you, your Highness.”
His tone was firm. He was scared.
“Shining Armor,” Celestia continued. “You’re an exemplary Royal Guard. You’re the youngest graduate in twenty years, and your services to the Crown haven’t been unnoticed.”
A nod. “Thank you, your Highness.”
“And yet.” She glared. “You peek through the keyhole.”
“I’m sorry.”
The million little lights moved around, some changed hues. Shining Armor couldn’t see them, of course—nopony could except Celestia herself. Right now, the lights explained that Celestia could end the conversation with just a word, and it would all work out. She didn’t need to go through every step. She could avoid all this.
But she didn’t want to. She filled a cup with water and added the tea. “Your job is to ensure my safety and privacy. Not,” and her eyes gleamed, “to compromise them.”
“I’m sorry.”
She waited four seconds in silence, to increase the awkwardness in the room. Then she nodded, and pointed at the table behind her. “Sit down.”
Shining Armor wanted to protest. The lights told her so, but she didn’t need to see them—his eyes were fluent enough. But she had given a direct order, and so Shining Armor obeyed without hesitation. There was only one cup at the table, but the water was still too hot to drink. His face didn’t change to the untrained eye, but Celestia could see through the little cracks in his façade.
That was the reason why she hadn’t avoided this talk. She could see Shining Armor’s feelings—she could see everything—she only needed to look at the little lights. Every color meant something, every twinkle was a word, a choice, the past, the future. Only Celestia could see them, and they told her all she had to know with just a passing glance.
So, yes, she could see through Shining Armor’s little cracks, thanks to the blue and white and green lights that danced around him, telling Celestia everything the stallion ever thought or felt. She could read what went through his head like an open book. Fear, embarrassment, self-deprecation. Awe.
Awe.
“You’re not the Captain of the Royal Guard,” Celestia said simply. “Yet. But you will be.”
“Your Highness—”
“You are,” and she raised a hoof and he stopped talking, “still too young. Too inexperienced. But you learn fast. You commit mistakes, but never more than once. There’s no official document that says you’ll inherit the position, but we both know it will happen, eventually.”
The awe increased. So did the embarrassment. What a great Royal Guard, he was surely thinking, to be caught peeping on the Princess. But he nodded. “Thank you, your Highness.”
“Yes… Shining Armor, I believe you have the potential to be a great Captain, one day.” Celestia looked at him.
Or a great zealot.
Awe, the million little lights said, and that was the problem. Zealots were dangerous things. Zealots read between lines that didn’t exist, and mistook wisdom for omniscience. Celestia had seen this happen hundreds, thousands of times before, and it had hurt every single time.
Because a Captain respects his Princess, and is willing to die for her. But a zealot worships his Princess. And he’s willing to kill for her.
And how does one deal with awe?
“Why did you look through the keyhole, Shining Armor? What were you trying to see?”
“I—” His voice cracked. “I… I must apologize, Princess.” He swallowed. “This morning, I accidentally… I had to go to the kitchen, and…”
“And,” Celestia said. “You saw me.”
“I saw you.”
A light went out. There was no reason to keep talking.
This wasn’t the first time she’d seen somepony like Shining Armor, and it wouldn’t be the last. When the years turn into centuries, and the centuries into millennia, new things become rare. Everything becomes routine. Even the impossible. Even the things that break you. But Celestia knew how to deal with this.
Shining Armor had believed her perfect, that’s what the million little lights said. That’s what “awe” meant—that deep-rooted conviction that she could do no wrong, think no evil, always be in control, always know better.
And what’s the difference, between Perfection and Divinity, if not mere semantics? If she was without flaw, if she truly knew everything there was to know… Then she wasn’t a pony, she was an ideal. Shining Armor, without knowing, believed Celestia a god.
But I am not a god. I never was. I’ll never be. Zealots mistake belief for truth, and therein lies their danger.
Reality didn’t matter. What Celestia was didn’t matter. What mattered was what Shining Armor believed—and what he believed made him dangerous.
To fight faith, one needed subterfuge. And Celestia knew that sometimes, the truth is better conveyed through lies. “Shining Armor,” she said, and her tone made him look up. “I understand that it was a shock to you, to see me like that.”
Shining Armor nodded. “Yes, your Highness.”
He wasn’t telling the truth. Shock wasn’t enough to describe it.
That morning, Shining Armor had walked in on her eating cake. Enjoying cake, in a manner that was unbecoming of the only Princess of Equestria. Something mundane enough, uncouth enough, to be almost heathen in nature.
Princess Celestia had been caught in a manner that was not that of a god. The mask had fallen, and Shining Armor had seen something that she had hidden from Equestria for ages. The idea that she was perfect, calm and collected at all times was just a lie.
That’s what the lights said, and what Shining Armor was thinking, even if he didn’t know it himself.
“Curiosity is understandable in a young stallion,” Celestia continued. “You were alone, guarding my chambers, and you were still startled for what you saw. You thought that it might have been an illusion, and you wanted to make sure. And so, you peeked through the keyhole.”
Shining Armor’s ears went down. “Yes.”
“An understandable explanation. However, it doesn’t excuse breaking your vows as a Guard. I’m your Princess, Shining Armor, but I’m also a pony.”
“Yes.”
“Sometimes, I get tired. Sometimes, I get overwhelmed.”
“Yes.”
“And sometimes, I eat cake.” She sighed. “The weight of a country is heavy on my shoulders. Life is lonely at the top. But there is a reason,” and her voice turned steel, “that I enjoy my privacy, Shining Armor. Equestria doesn’t need a Princess who is just a normal pony. What Equestria needs,” is a god, “is a symbol.”
This time, Shining Armor didn’t reply. He just lifted his head, and looked at her.
The lights changed. The awe was gone, and comprehension appeared. The entire room shifted in Celestia’s eyes—all the lights that told her about the future changed and warped into something completely different, a future in which Shining Armor was no zealot, in which he was just a loyal Captain, in which no tragedy would go down in her name.
“I’m a normal pony,” Celestia said. The words resonated. “I’m a normal pony. But I can’t be. Not for Equestria. Sometimes, we have to lie to protect what we need the most. Do you understand?”
He understood. He apologized. He walked out.
As the doors closed behind him, Celestia found herself alone once more. She walked to the balcony, and her horn glimmered. The sun set.
Time takes a toll on everypony. Was it possible, for an immortal, to feel old? Was it possible to feel stagnant? How long had it been, since she had learned anything?
I am not a god. But the little lights had appeared centuries ago, when she had started to see patterns everywhere, to understand how the world and the ponies worked. She knew they weren’t real, they were only in her mind—it was just the way she could see everything at the same time, a mental exercise. With them, she knew how to solve every problem. How to change every situation. What to say, how to say it, what to do.
Because with enough repetition, everything can be mastered. Celestia had lived many years. She had tasted every wine, read every book. Her wisdom was vast enough to be deemed omniscience. Vast enough to see the lights that made her all-knowing.
Shining Armor had seen this face of her, he had understood how Celestia had transcended beyond a mere pony. She deserved a zealot. A zealot would be right about her.
But now, that faith was shattered. Shining Armor felt that she was not a paragon anymore. Never did the thought of Celestia changing his schedule so he would have to guard her door alone cross his mind. Never did the suspicion of Celestia staging the kitchen incident arise.
And that would never happen. He would be forever fooled, thinking that she wasn’t a god anymore.
He wasn’t fooled. That’s the truth. She had read the million little lights and seen Shining Armor’s future, the figure of a pony who would see her perfect, and bring pain to the world. And she had dealt with it. Swiftly. Efficiently. Because she knew better. She knew everything. There were ways for her to stop being like this, to stop seeing the lights—but if she wasn’t there to guard the ponies, all the evil she could prevent would roam free. And just one life, one single life lost because of that choice was enough to prevent her from taking it, ever.
The sky was dark now. Her horn glimmered again. The moon rose.
Celestia did not eat cake. She did not need to rest, even though life was lonely at the top. She did not learn anymore, she could see everything, remember everything. Her power grew. With every passing day, the mortal ponies became more distant. Smaller. Her little ponies, who needed guidance, who couldn’t see the way she saw.
But I am not a god. I can make mistakes. I can’t be a god. I was a god once. They saw me as a god once. And it broke me.
Her horn stopped glimmering. The moon was up.
She looked at the Mare in the Moon.
It broke us.
It had been meant to happen. She saw this, now. She hadn’t, back then, because she wasn’t old enough, and the lights weren’t there yet. But they were with her now, now that she was wiser and had seen the future, and how it always imitated the past. A timeless existence, alone, learning until she couldn’t learn anymore, until she could see the little lights.
Gods aren’t Eternal. Eternals are God.
No. No. I am not a god.
She took the cup of tea and took a sip. The temperature was perfect.
I am not a god. Because when she comes back, Luna won’t be a god.
She knew it would be perfect. She had known exactly how long her conversation with Shining Armor would go. She had known how the conversation would end, and how she would look at the moon afterwards, and what thoughts would cross her mind. That’s why she had waited for the water to boil.
And if I’m a god, I’ll be alone. I’ll be alone again. I’ll look at Luna and see not a sister, but another little pony that needs guidance. So I can’t be a god. I’m not a god.
The million lights in front of her twinkled, telling her what the future would bring, what would happen when the thousand years finally ended and Luna escaped. Telling her that gods have no sisters.
I’ll never be a god.
Sometimes, we have to lie to protect what we need the most.
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Think of this story as a sarcastic counterargument.
...A sarcastic counterargument against what?
7060434 Against all sarcastic counter arguments.
The one sarcastic counter argument to rule them all.
Me gusta.
Umm...
What?
I would LOVE to have this explained to me. Overall I get the plot, but I don't get the sarcastic counterargument part.
Probably because I'm not mentally capable enough yet, but that's neither here nor there.
I'll leave my guestimates to myself until I'm given an answer or encouraged to guess.
Thanks and chao.
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The argument against Celestia being a God, even though she seems to orchestrate things too perfectly. The possibility that her fuck-ups are actually intentional, to move other pieces along a vaster board.
I'm guessing.
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Man, I wanted to leave the A/N as a mystery-ish till tomorrow or so, but the way I see it, if I do that nobody will think about the story itself. So here we go:
It's a long story, that will be explained in more detail later, but what I mean there is that this story was thought, planned, and written, as a counterargument to the whole "Celestia is literally a god" attitude some fans of the show have. This thought that Celestia should always be there solving every story's problems, because if she commits a single mistake then she's holding the idiot ball and the story has a plot hole.
So, me being an idiot, I wrote a god Celestia reacting to that. Then reacting to herself. Then trying her hardest to deny her reality, because it's a tragedy if we take the show's canon at heart.
But I did that by writing Celestia as a god.
Hence, sarcastic counterargument. Lil' joke that got out of hand, I guess.
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BEAT YOU BY FIFTEEN SECONDS MOTHERFUCKER
ON YOUR OWN STORY
GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME YOU SPANISH BASTARD WITH LEUKEMIA FOR ARMS AND HIV FOR FINGERS. YES YOU HAVE HIV ATTACHED TO LEUKEMIA INSTEAD OF FUNCTIONAL LIMBS WE'RE ALL VERY WORRIED ABOUT YOU, I HOPE YOU GET WELL SOON.
Man, that simple change in concept makes this so much more bittersweet and compelling. Excellent job.
7060618 Da. Chu were 1st. But not the greatest. Don't get cocky, kid.
It's been three hours and this is already featured.
It absolutely deserves it.
And then Shining Armor went on to marry her niece and have a cute little foal, because he realized that alicorns are ponies too.
Poor Tia...
Who's lying to who again Celestia? *rhetorical question*
I'd argue though that, well, she isn't. Far different from other ponies, certainly, but still not a God. On a whole different level? Yes. Apart? Yes. Divorced from them all? Yes. And in denial about that? Yes.
But not a God, not here. Just...something close to one.
Huh. Seeing a thought-provoking piece like this coming from you is weird. Welcome, but weird.
I wonder. Celestia's official line for releasing Discord is because he can sense magical disturbances. But what if the real reason was to have somebeing to interact with that she couldn't read and couldn't predict? Someone who's very existence proved to Celestia that she wasn't omniscient.
Godlestia: A tragedy.
So is this why Celestia decided to be sillier when Luna returned?!
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Which definition of tragedy are you using, in reference to the various literary ages?
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You mean, to reinforce her non-godliness to ponykind, she released an actual god?
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Not close to one at all.
Merely lacking a relatable frame of reference larger than herself.
Her mastery of Friendship, gained through experience rather than Twilight's Elemental Affinity, allowed her to be seen as an Ombudsman by most higher powers, an equal in standing in all but the most crude senses, and clever enough to neutralize those that threatened.
Her self image crisis comes entirely from her little ponies being shielded by her against the cosmic neighbors, producing an echo chamber of passively maddening whispers of ego boosting encouragement.
please sarcastically counterargue more.
this was the best sarcastic counterargument I've read in a long time.
Fucking beautiful.
The difference between a god and any other immortal creature (spirits/demons/angels/fairies) is largely perspective.
It's a sliding scale, where everything is relative.
To a mouse, we are ageless beings of immense power. We live 40 times longer than they do, and even the most determined mouse would find themselves unable to kill one of us. To them, we are best considered forces of nature.
To a dog, somewhat less so. We live 8 times longer, but a dog could reasonably kill one of us. To them we are powerful and wise, but still understanable as beings.
Is she a goddess? Well, probably, yes, but despite what she may think Luna would be as well.
To what?
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And that's why I loved it.
You masterfully framed the problem of omniscience.
She is not, by definition, a god, of course.
None of us ever can or will be, but for all of us who claim vast intellect, we accept our mortality so to speak, the laws of the universe and time and the unknowable defines our existence.
Because this story is not about control.
It's about the limits OF control.
For all of the intelligence of Celestia, a demi-god in her own right, and none the less for our fallible minds, we must never try to control our attempts to control things.
This is great example of what can happen to you if you cannot learn that though you want to control yourself as with anything, lying to yourself cannot work.
You can lie to control others, it's not wrong to do.
But never attempt to lie to yourself, down that road lies madness.
Things left uncontrolled are dangerous. The mind especially so. But make no mistake, as Celestia here has
If she relates to Luna by purposefully not controlling her it is no less a manipulation than a lie of omission is a lie.
Which is fine.
It is NOT fine to pretend that isn't what is happening.
Control is not evil, living is making choices, decisions, controlling things.
Never hesitate to control.
Nor spare yourself the burden by wrapping it in a lie.
I really enjoyed this story as it goes almost full depth into the psychology of self-doubt.
Excellently done.
Please be sure to source your art, This piece is by my friend Lauren, generally she goes by the name Lolopan online: http://lolopan.deviantart.com/
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Oh! I sourced it to derpibooru (shows up if you click on the picture!) but I didn't know she had a dA. I'll add that one too, just in case, I guess.
That is why immortals are scary: because they think in a different framework than the rest of us, because they can almost always beat you with their superior experience...
...and above all because eventually they will lose all ability to relate others or to care about a world which can no longer offers them new experiences. There is no limit about what they will do from that point out of boredom, madness or both. Just ask Discord.
When an immortal is reaching the point Celestia is now, maybe is time to think in retirement. And maybe that is why Celestia chose Twilight
Huh. Interesting, and extremely well written. But she's wrong in one thing. Gods can have families too. Almost any mythology will tell you so. Unless you're thinking about Allah, Jehovah or "God". Which she's far from being. She isn't almighty, after all.
Still, stupendous! Can honestly say I'd like to see more on/like this.
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There is no such thing as an almighty god. Only certain religions that claim their god is almighty, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, and a complete lack of evidence to support their claim.
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There is no such thing is an almighty god. Only talking magic cartoon ponies are realistic, after all.
Let's avoid drama, people. Do it for cute lil' Aragon.
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I'm not aware of any religion in the world where god / goddess is portrayed to solve every single problem. More often than not, god / goddess works through his / her followers by asking them to solve problems for him or her, and then helping them along the way. In Homer's Odyssey, Athena didn't just show up and make everything right for Odysseus, but she certainly guided him and helped him along a lot. in the Hebrew / Christian bible, god didn't magically teleport the Israelites to Canaan, but he did help Moses and Aaron quite a bit along the way as far as guiding them there. And when they finally got there, god didn't magically strike down all the Canaanites. The Israelites actually had to go to war to claim the land.
So really, I just see Celestia following the same pattern that every other god and goddess follows. They rarely solve problems by direct intervention. But they often provide guidance and direction to help their followers solve their own problems.
I realize that this is meant to be sarcastic. However, I'd like to offer some rebuttal type thoughts.
The idea that you can simply learn everything there is to know about the world assumes that we are inherently rational beings, absorbing information like a machine and then sorting and processing it all.
We are not. We are emotional beings, and quite capable of ludicrous self-deception, biases, and skewed perspectives; and of course, we often learn the wrong lesson from our experiences.
Also, as you get older, it gets harder to learn and/or accept new things. It's also likely that someone that old will develop rigid habits that work for a several hundred years, and then need to be changed, with no warning, at the drop of a hat. It is also very possible to forget things, and/or to get rusty if you don't practice something enough.
In terms of morality, I believe that any given personality will have strengths and weakness. An ageless person would have time to develop strategies to counter such weaknesses, but their fundamental personality wouldn't change, so the problem would always be there, and would crop up, from time to time.
So I don't think boredom would be the problem. It would be more: "I can't believe I'm still making the same mistakes!" coupled with memories blurring together and constantly being bombarded with new things even though you haven't finished adjusting to the last new thing.
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Yeah. I don't want to start any drama. I was just saying that to debunk the common misconception that being all powerful is a perquisite for being a god, and that any being who has ever been portrayed in a situation where they didn't appear to be all powerful is disqualified from being a god. Because again, based on that criteria, there is no religion in the entire world with a deity that qualifies as being a god. So either there are no gods. Or there are gods, but all of them have flaws. It does seem relevant to the story and the discussion after all.
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Ooooh. Sorry! I misunderstood what you meant. My deepest apologies for being a doof.
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Yes, but in many of those situations, the god didn't intervene directly because they didn't want to, not because they couldn't, unlike Celestia, where it is clear in many of the situations that she is just not up to the task of doing it herself. The Hebrew god in particular is specifically noted to be omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent, for example, but he still does very little directly.
According to the Oxford dictionary, the (relevant) definition for a god is:
(god)
(In certain other religions) a superhuman being or spirit worshiped as having power over nature or human fortunes; a deity
Now, Celestia is definitely superhuman (or superpony) by their universe's standards, but there is no implication that anyone worships her, nor does she have control over an aspect of nature that normal ponies cannot replicate (even if it takes multiple of them).
Also note that a lot of people who label Celestia and Luna as gods take that to imply that they should not be nearly as fallible as normal ponies. Thus, they list failures such as against Chrysalis and Tirek as problems with the plot, because "a goddess shouldn't fail like that" and such.
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It's an important point to make, though. Power is not equal to divinity. Neither is omniscience. A god is something you worship. That's their defining quality. Unless a random space alien could show up, push around the sun a little, tell you everything there is to know about you and you'd fall on your knees in prayer and go "oh great and powerful Kstlzabbt, please bless my children while I raise a temple in your name," there's still a difference between these things.
Celestia is the Kwisatz Hadepone. How much of a "God Emperor" that makes her depends on your feelings about it more than on any actual facts.
7062124 the almighty part was exclusively for the monotheistic ones, the others don't make that claim. That plus being "perfect" makes them too boring to consider in a story.
I do believe Celly is quite the Greek goddess, though XD. Exceptionally equine, helluva lot powerful, but not invincible and not above making mistakes - and conscious of that. Shame she hasn't got religions to compare and know she doesn't have to put herself above her little ones because of that. She did learn with her mistakes at least a little, after all.
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Yes, that's the claim. But it's the classic "I could have done something. But I chose not to," defense. Personally, I tend to believe the evidence suggests that they couldn't do something, rather than they simply didn't want to.
True, but once again, the evidence strongly suggests he is not. Lots of religions have made the claim that their gods are omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent. There are any number of reasons for making the claim, usually having to do with politics, or an attempt by the elite to control the masses by holding the threat of divine knowledge and divine punishment over their heads, or on the other hand, the promise of divine destiny. "god will ensure our victory because he wants us to do this. And our god is all powerful so we have nothing to fear." Only problem is that promise often rings hollow, as history has recorded hundreds of times for every religion that has ever existed.
Personally, I think the concept of a deity so confident in their own godhood that they don't demand worship is very interesting. After all, if a god demands that people worship him or her, at least to me, that says something about how confident that god is in their own godhood.
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No worries. I probably could have explained it better.
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Yes, but said beings don't actually exist outside of the religions and stories that involve them, so if said stories say that they're capable of doing more, or that they're omnipotent, then they, in said contexts, are absolutely able to do more. You can't treat religious beings like Zeus as actual, living beings who couldn't have actually done something even if the story says they could, because they don't exist within the story.
The concept of a deity that is so confident in their godhood that they don't need to be worshiped is irrelevant, because if they're worshiped, they're a deity, and if they're not worshiped, they're not. Their own desires are irrelevant. In fact, in universes where said beings can be verified to exist (like Celestia in MLP), gods could lose their godhood, through no fault of their own, if people stopped worshiping them.
Worship is a human invention, though. In every religion in the world, worship began because people were afraid of their gods. Worship was an attempt to appease the gods so that the gods wouldn't punish them or destroy them. Ponies, on the other hand, have no reason to fear Celestia and Luna. So what if the concept of worship never developed?
What if, in some other universe, there was a god who simply didn't care about being worshiped? What if they didn't require it or demand it? In my own headcanon, Celestia and Luna are goddesses, but they don't require or demand that their subjects worship them. Why? Maybe they are secure enough in their own godhood that they don't need people constantly telling them every day that they are gods. I don't know.
I think that if Celestia and Luna showed up on earth and moved the sun and moon around, that we humans probably would worship them. And part of the reason would be because we'd initially be terrified of them. All of our cultural baggage regarding "the wrath of god" and divine punishment if we don't constantly try to appease the gods and ask for forgiveness would demand that we worship them. And the ponies, including Celestia and Luna, wouldn't understand it at all. They would find it strange. They wouldn't understand why we are afraid of Celestia and Luna. After all, to them, seeing their rulers control the sun and the moon is so natural, that they probably don't even think twice about it.
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Yeah. I agree. All powerful beings make for very boring stories. After all, the one universal thing that drives all stories is conflict. Without conflict, there is no story. And all powerful beings face no conflicts.
But yeah. I agree that Celestia and Luna are very much goddesses in the Greek and Roman sense of the word. After all, Luna even shares her name with the Roman Goddess of the Moon. It's also interesting that in some of the story books that came with the earlier toys, Luna was named Selene. Selene is the Greek Goddess of the Moon. Actually, the same Goddess the Greeks worshiped, but the Romans gave her the name Luna instead.
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I don't agree with your definition, though. It's like saying that an orange ceases to be an orange if people start calling it an apple. No, it doesn't. It's still an orange. Once again, worship is a human invention. Nothing more. Human definition might say that something is only a god if it is worshiped. But that doesn't mean that all intelligent species everywhere in the universe would have the same definition of god.
In fact, there are many humans who believe in god, but don't worship god. Einstein, for example, believed that god existed, but that he / she / it was a universal, impersonal force that did not interfere in the affairs of humans. So although he believed in the existence of god, he did not worship god.
The problem is that many people do exactly that. Many people believe that their god really is all powerful. Napoleon believed that god was all powerful, and that god would ensure his victory when he invaded Russia. Of course, we all know how well that worked out for him.
So yeah, that's the main reason I make an issue out of it. Because many people actually believe that their god is all powerful. And that's a very dangerous belief. It has been responsible for hundreds of wars, massacres, and other problems throughout history.
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There is always more to learn, even for an immortal. Consider how rapidly technology advances. No one person can keep up with that. So even if you live forever technology alone will keep you busy learning new things forever. Not to mention that society is ever-changing, as is the world/universe around us. There's no limit to knowledge, therefore no point where all knowledge can be acquired.
An immortal who gets bored with existence is an immortal who has ceased to care about learning new things.
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As far as we have seen, the MLP universe doesn't have a definition for god, which means that when we talk about the concept, we must use the real life version. Otherwise, you could claim that the MLP verse term could mean anything whatsoever, and discussion would be impossible. Until the universe introduces the term AND shows that it's different from the real life definition, then we use the real life definition by default.
That's irrelevant. You do not believe it, and I do not believe it, so it is silly to refer to their "actual" abilities as if they were real beings. Someone who actually believed the stories happened could talk as if said characters were independent of said stories, but we don't. If Roman gods only existed within their stories, then said gods' abilities are what those stories claim they are. They don't HAVE "true" properties outside of said stories, so if it's a part of the stories that they could have intervened, but just didn't want to, then they had the ability to intervene.
Hasn't it been confirmed that Celestia and Luna are just really long lived? that and they don't seem all powerful from a reader POV (in comparison to other fictional deities and even very powerful non deities at that), but again this is written from their POV and their beliefs so I guess it's ok.
7061364 The more modern 'woe is me' tragedy. Not Greek tragedy, ain't nowhere near enough pointless deaths.