They looked to the skies and searched for a greater meaning to their existence.
Whether it was the worship of the moon, stars, or even the sun,
Giving personification to the heavenly bodies and worshiping them as such.
It had never changed. A god was one who had all the weaknesses of human beings perfected in him.
A god was eternally rich, never sick, ever giving, and, best of all, had eternal life.
That last one was most important, as human beings were creatures with mortality around their necks, waiting carefully for when it would seize their merging lives.
Many would pray to the heavenly bodies for an extension of life, hoping that they could live longer or perhaps save the life of a loved one.
When the heavens did not answer, they looked down below.
The human being was such a creature. Desperate for something to believe in.