(Two beings from here, two ancient gods. They were in my room; I lived with them.

For an instant, I joined in their dialogue. They were not surprised. 'Who are you? One of the new gods?' – 'No, no, just a man'. But my denial did not stop them. 'Ah, the new gods! They have finally come'. 

Their curiosity was light, capricious, wondrous. 'What are you doing here?' I answered them. They did not listen to me. They knew everything; theirs was a light knowledge that could not be weighed down with the kind of partial truth that I gave to them[…]

We have been living together ever since. And I almost no longer resist the idea that one day I may be the new god.) […]

Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion