"The sense of spiritual relief which comes from rejecting the idea of God as a supernatural being is enormous."
"By death the moon was gathered in Long ago, ah long ago; Yet still the silver corpse must spin And with another's light must glow. Her frozen mountains must forget Their primal hot volcanic breath, Doomed to revolve for ages yet, Void amphitheatres of death. And all about the cosmic sky, The black that lies beyond our blue, Dead stars innumerable lie, And stars of red and angry hue Not dead but doomed to die."
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Source: Essays of a Humanist (The New Divinity). Book by Julian Huxley, 1964.
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