Machines are worshipped because they are beautiful and valued because they confer power they are hated because they are hideous and loathed because they impose slavery.
Lo! The poor Indian whose untutored mind sees God in clouds or hears him in the wind.
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.
Tis but a part we see and not a whole.
And after all what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
