ALL men are worshippers
unless they have fallen, and become
robots.
All men worship the wonder of life
until they collapse into
egoism, the mechanical, self-centred
system of the robot.
But even in pristine men, there is the
difference:
some men
can see life clean and flickering all around,
and some can only see what they
are shown.
Some men
look straight into the eyes of the gods
and some men can see no gods,
they only know
the
gods are there because of the gleam on the faces of the
men who see.
Most men, even unfallen, can
only live
by the
transmitted gleam from the faces of vivider men
who look into the eyes of the
gods.
And worship is
the joy of the gleam from the eyes of the gods,
and the robot is denial of the
same,
even the
denial that there is any gleam.