Humankind cannot stand reality.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.
Human kind cannot bear much reality.
Everyone gets the experience. Some get the lesson.
To become what you are not, behave as you do not.