The Gods (n.) cannot exist: "if there were gods, how could I stand not to be a god! Therefore there are no gods."
The Gods (n.) would leave nothing to create, if they existed.
The Gods (n.) are poets' parable, poets' cock and bull: motley bastards set on clouds — and the overmen too, just light enough for those chairs.
The Gods (n.) of old did not twilight themselves to death — they laughed themselves to death when one jealous god said "There is one god!"
The Gods (n.) always die many kinds of death when they die.
The Gods (n.) come in many kinds still possible — some unimaginable without a halcyon, frivolous quality; perhaps light feet belong to the very concept.