Under the bushel with all of you

I so can understand why people have religion.
The g-ds let you live your life, everything goes along, you have your day to day sorted out, and just to make sure you don't get too comfortable, or think that you might have things under control, the giant hand comes down and just shakes things up.

"YOu think you like your life? You think you have things the way you want them? Here, I'm going to show you who is really in control"

PLINK

And just like that your world is turned upside down.
Rapid entropy. Speed destruction.

And there's not one damn thing you can do about it.

So you pray. You sacrifice. YOu try not to be too proud of what you have lest it be grabbed away from you.

Ha HA HA silly mortals. Look at them scrambling to save what pitiful life they have.
With just a tiny puff of wind, a little extra water, some fire, but not too much mind you, just enough to set their progress back so that entropy has the upper hand. They are so amusing

Because really, it's all a struggle against entropy. Some days you manage to put together more than falls apart. You wash more clothes than get dirty. You fix more fence than is knocked down. You try to make up for the days that it goes the other way.
But it never ends.

And then, once again, the big hand comes and wipes away any headway you might have made over months, or years in one big swipe.

The temptation to just give up and let it crumble around you is so very strong. The fight is impossible, unrelenting, and exhausting.