„There in Rangoon I realized that the godswere enemies, just like God,of the poor human being.Godsin alabaster extendedlike white whales,gods gilded like spikes,serpent gods entwiningthe crime of being born,naked and elegant buddhassmiling at the cocktail partyof empty eternitylike Christ on his horrible cross,all of them capable of anything,of imposing on us their heaven,all with torture or pistolto purchase piety or burn our blood,fierce gods made by mento conceal their cowardice,and there it was all like that,the whole earth reeking of heaven,and heavenly merchandise.“

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