…..I cannot tolerate the blasphemy, which is to create a white image, and place it behind the stars, and call it God. I cannot accept tolerance of turpitude and stupidity, which decimates a generation, saying it is ordained: of a society whose logic is to follow religious inhibition of the body with a denunciation of harlotry: and of an octopus of wealth, rampant over half the world, which can go to worship on a chosen day and grasp its salvation, mouthing ‘The humble and the meek.’
There is no God for me, no idolatry of self-excusal. But I am not blind, nor without wit: I try to walk in the light, speaking truth, truth which is poison to some. At times I perceive clearly a spirit behind the sun; and sometimes the world is no more than earth, and all is illusion.
I do not know whether Christ lived; if he did he was a genius, and as a genius was destroyed by the world of men, to whom such greatness seems distasteful. Now his doctrines are forgotten by the mass of professing followers.
My belief is of old time, being reborn with myself. Herein, and not hereafter, shall I seek salvation.