These men.

They prance upon the heather.

By JOVE they are

The Worst.

Could GOD,

In all his mightiness – and by GOD HE IS MIGHTY, devourer of all things; light without lantern; shadow without moon; dark force surging in all things and judging all things, making all things lesser except himself. Bringer of fine wines for his son. But no-one else. Kind god of greatness you come to me and you say that I am to be your saviour? No. Shouts the dark sky (of which this did not occur, because it is impossible). I am but a voice in your head making you feel as though you have felt god’s thrust and spear! Have you had any wine tonight? Only a few. Well that is a shame – but also glory. We shall glory together later – is this god? Yes, you fucking idiot, this is god you stupid desert rat – get a grip! Do you know all things and can you tell me if my wife has but betrayed me in lying with another man? No. No bloody way. She is pure and mighty – a sainty upon your shoulders, that Jewish minx! Then it is you, dear lord. Will you comfort me with all knowledge that you have? Yes, I shall comfort you through dance. Stand back. I am about to launch myself into a sway of beauty and thrill! Then god danced – god, I love you.