What a magnificent god this human being here is.

A child of the Earth and of the light of the Sun.

Who, still an infant, fancies it has already grown up.

Who, in its petulance, believes it is not of this Earth.

Asking for a perfect Heaven, it denies this marvel beneath its feet.

In denying, it blinds itself to the wonder of its own divine light.

Divine light that is nothing more than this human light here.

In denying that it denies, it blinds itself to the inside of its own conflict.

A conflict that is part of the marvel it creates as a god.

That is how immature and naive this divine being here is.

That is how magnificent and perfect this human being here is.