There is no conviction in the old priests’ songs; there is only showmanship. No one in the kingdom is convinced that the gods have life in them.
“The King of the Gods is the ultimate limitation,” he keens, “and His existence is the ultimate irrationality.”
Such is His mystery: that beauty requires contrast, and that discord is fundamental to the creation of new intensities of feeling. Ultimate wisdom, I have come to perceive, lies in the perception that the solemnity and grandeur of the universe rise through the slow process of unification in which the diversities of existence are utilized, and nothing, nothing is lost.