Fitting, perhaps. Humanity is the pantheon of the tiny Earth, we stand atop it and no other thing can match us for might. The wars of the gods bring vast communities to ruin, and then unremembered oblivion. It happens every time we poison an anthill, or build a power plant, or blow up a power plant. A god can be swatted in the face, or even killed, but the pantheon can only be stopped by a guardian deity, and that only some times. I try to be a guardian for those who cannot guard themselves, like my silly cat. A small god, but potent in my domain.