When a normal ensign looked at his commander, he ought to see a godlike being, not a, a...future subordinate. New ensigns were supposed to be a subhu… - Lois McMaster Bujold

Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same.

“Five gods avert,” said Rede. And then, after a pensive moment, “Do They?”
“Not that I can tell,” said Pen. “I’ve sometimes wondered if the gods regard death not as a dreaded ending, but as a welcome beginning.”
“Of what?”
“I am deeply not sure. Which doesn’t stop people from making up a thousand tales.”

The old ones are fighting it. They call it off planet corruption, but it’s really the future they fear.