"Why should not we have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs? Embosomed for a season in nature, whose floods of life stream around and through us, and invite us by the powers they supply, to action proportioned to nature, why should we grope among the dry bones of the past, or put the living generation into masquerade out of its faded wardrobe? The sun shines to-day also." - Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
And God said, Let the earth bring forth the living creature after his kind, cattle, and creeping thing, and beast of the earth after his kind: and it was so.
"Alright. We’re off to a good start.”
And God made the beast of the earth after his kind, and cattle after their kind, and everything that creepeth upon the earth after his kind: and God saw that it was good.
“Yes, good. Let’s keep going.”
And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.
“Ah… There’s the mistake.”
A cloud of dust dispells, growing tawny in the morning afterglow. It falls from dog-eared pages that were abruptly forced shut in a fit of silent bitterness. The cloud lingers in the air for a moment; the Holy Spirit has been evicted from his bookish temple. Now all that remains of it is musty smoke. There is nowhere else to hide, little ghost.
Let there be Truth.