Small Gods

That's a good book.

I honestly didn't expect Prachett to make me cry. On the other hand, I didn't expect to love Brutha as a protagonist, but then again here we are.

This book is inherently about the relationship that we as humans have with gods and our faith. Why do we believe? And more profound: In what exactly should we put our faith?
And this part is tricky, because I would count myself as an atheist - but this question resonated with me, why's that?
Because faith doesn't start with gods, holy figures, prophets or commandments and most definitely doesn't end there.

For me at least. And hopefully for you too.

The world is ever changing, here or in Discworld, though history keeps repeating itself over and over again.
One would think: “What good can I do? Nothing matters.” And I get it. It's tiresome.
But I believe that this train of thought is only for the truly faithless - and where's the fun in that?