This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity
The more he became truly wise, the more he distrusted everything he knew.
Men argue. Nature acts.
He who thinks himself wise, O heavens! is a great fool.
It is clear that the individual who persecutes a man, his brother, because he is not of the same opinion, is a monster.
We offer up prayers to god only because we have made him after our own image. We treat him like a pasha, or a sultan, who is capable of being exasperated and appeased.