There’s all sorts of gods, all sorts and every sort, and every god that humanity has ever known is still a god today the African queer ones and Scandinavian queer ones, the Greek beautiful ones, the Phoenician ugly ones, the Aztec hideous ones goddesses of love, goddesses of dirt, excrement-eaters or lily virgins Jesus, Buddha, Jehovah and Ra, Egypt and Babylon all the gods, and you see them all if you look, alive and moving today, and alive and moving tomorrow, many tomorrows, as yesterdays. Where do you see them, you say? You see them in glimpses, in the faces and forms of people, in glimpses. When men and women, when lads and girls are not thinking, when they are pure, which means when they are quite clean from self- consciousness either in anger or tenderness, or desire or sadness or wonder or mere stillness you may see glimpses of the gods in them.
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Whatever your relativity, that’s the starting point and the finishing point: a man alone with his own soul: and the dark God beyond him… Alone with God, with the dark God. God is God.—D. H. Lawrence