“I’m not saying it doesn’t exist,” he remonstrated. “It’s just not a spaceship; not a chariot either. It didn’t come from another planet. It didn’t travel at all in the way we think of travel. It, these things, they didn’t move from place to place, from their home to ours except, if you will, by a metaphor. In a sense, they didn’t exist until they had our attention, our participation. They’re dead; old and forgotten gods trying to latch onto our minds like a falling man grasping at anything to stop his descent. They are what’s called the fallen ones.”
The Fallen Ones
Tale Told 