A fierce unrest seethes at the core, of all existing things:, it was the eager wish to soar, that gave the gods their wings.
Don MarquisAs the skull of the man grows broader, so do his creeds. And his gods they are shaped in his image and mirror his needs. And he clothes them with thunders and beauty, He clothes them with music and fire, Seeing not, as he bows by their altars, That he worships his own desire.
Don Marquis