The three heads of God were sundered from existence. Who shall say that this was accident? And likewise, who shall say that accidents be not but arabesques within some wider figure? Of this nothing is known.

I am God, and all other gods are my imagery. I gave birth to myself. I am millions of forms excreating; eternal; and nothing exists except through me; yet I am not them they serve me.

It was the straying that found the path direct.

And remember, you shall suffer all things and again suffer: until you have sufficient sufferance to accept all things.

Embrace reality by imagination.

The three heads of God were sundered from existence. Who shall say that this was accident? And likewise, who shall say that accidents be not but arabesques within some wider figure? Of this nothing is known.

Art is the instinctive application of the knowledge latent in the subconscious.