Demiurge

Philosophers call God ‘the great unknown.’ ‘The great misknown’ is more like it!

I think there are innumerable gods. What we on earth call God is a little tribal God who has made an awful mess.

If someone were to prove to me – right this minute – that God, in all his luminousness, exists, it wouldn’t change a single aspect of my behavior.

To speak of God, to think of God, is in every respect to show what one is made of. I have always wagered against God and I regard the little that I have won in this world as simply the outcome of this bet. However paltry may have been the stake (my life) I am conscious of having won to the full. Everything that is doddering, squint-eyed, vile, polluted and grotesque is summoned up for me in that one word: God!