In essence, EBH incredibly chooses to totally abandon reality. He ignores the fact that his rock is simply that, a rock, floating, spinning, locked in a monotonous orbit around a blazing, dying star. He ignores the glaring fact that everything he knows as “truths” in life life, he has fabricated, like his own fantastically scripted genesis, and his crude concept of “time.” He ignores the fact that he can, and does, fall over dead from little more than the common cold, not to mention sharp objects in the hands of other (angry) EBHs.
EBH effectively shucks all to instead embrace a fictitious, ridiculous, almost comical mythology based entity that would prove far more costly in terms of lives than any Black Death, far more costly in terms of property loss than the most powerful, catastrophic tsunami or earthquake.
EBH would embrace, tolerate, support a growing cult built on a foundation of deceit and treachery, and in doing so would bring upon himself, and every EBH on the Rock, unspeakable horror; a horror of such magnitude, of such unconscionable inhumane acts, a black shroud of death would, still, covers every nation.