The gods of modern men- the gods of loneliness

The night ended like a dream.
Dawn was an obscure reality,
A reality absorbed in the mystery of itself.
You said: I believe in mystery.
Then you whispered:
Now days men are as fanatic in their disbelief
As the old ones were in their faith.
It's a God of loneliness

Background: a conversation between my mother and a survivor who kept his faith. The survivors used to speak till dawn about their lives.