As 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 MarquisWe pay for the mistakes of our ancestors, and it seems only fair that they should leave us the money to pay with.
Don Marquis