When doubt creeps in, try a sunset.

Tonight the great deity had a mishap, he fumbled his palette and dropped his tray of paint across the sky. Within 15 minutes the heavens ran from gold to crimson with so many variations it was difficult to know where to direct ones eye.

Towards the end as darkness was about to creep in and obliterate the scene a shadowy figure emerged, right in the centre of the sky, to me it looked like the head and shoulders of a norseman, or an old testament prophet with the shape of twisting hounds at the place where his feet would have been. He seemed to be surveying the earth from his vantage point in the pulpit of fiery light before discretely drawing back into the shifting clouds.

Which Norse god he was I cannot guess but he stood for a moment, omnipotent yet unthreatening as if he just decided to take a quick look down upon the earth and reassure himself that we mortals were suitably impressed by his handiwork.