That cold accretion called the world, so terrible in the mass, is so non formidable, even pitiable, in its units.
You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!
Black chaos comes, and the fettered gods of the earth say, Let there be light.
Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.
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