If each thing has its corresponding god, why shouldn't I have a god as well ? Why shouldn't it be me ? It's in me that this god moves, for I feel. I clearly see the outside world--- Things and men with no soul...

Poor children...

Nothing of nothing remains,
We're nothing.
In the sun and air we put off briefly
What we see,
What we feel,
What we know.
Whose weight we'll have to bear---