The man looked up at the smoldering volcano. The forest below blazed brightly as the stream of glowing lava flowed downhill, torching each tree it passed. The man watched the animals fleeing in panic. He looked down at his wife and small child, knowing that they might well starve without the food that the eruption was destroying.
Looking up at the mountain, he cursed, "I hate you." In that moment a thing of rock was assigned a personality so that it could be hated, and the first god was created by man.