This is why I love the story of Abraham's youth. Tradition says that Abraham came from a family that sold totems--i.e. carving of images that were believed to contain the power of the image. Abraham was given the job, day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute, wiping the dust off the totems and polishing them to a high sheen. All his friends were outside doing something more exciting!
One day Abraham was feeling particularly frustrated. At one point his Father left the tent with the usual instructions for dusting and polishing. When Dad returned, all the totems (gods) but one were smashed to pieces and kicked around. Abraham's alarmed father asked what had happened. He became less alarmed but more angry, when Abraham told him, "While you were gone, the gods had a huge fight. Only one survived."