The phenomenon of not feeling oneself seemed to have affected quite a number of them; ancient and new deities alike. Perhaps it was because so many of them were pent-up in one place. There was so much power concentrated in one spot it was a small wonder the space around New York hadn't caved in and collapsed yet.
"You... what?" Was she serious? It wasn't that Jamie didn't understand what she was describing but he'd never expected Media of all people to feel that way. She was always so poised, so self-assured, taking everything in her stride with a grace he'd never seen in anyone else.
"At the top of everything, Lois," he said smiling a little, "that's where you stand. Above the mortals, above Mark, above Caridad," - a pause - "above me. You're the voice of the new gods, of everyone. You're the shaper of modern man's reality."