“The soul that moves my blood comes from beyond the sky and before the word. I suspect that, no matter what you have to say or think — it will joyfully return there. And then the gods and allies of my birth, not those of your silly books, may receive me. And that will be a joyful wonder, not a curse. And I am relieved to suspect that even for the people with the ugly gods, and the deadly books, something very similar is probable. And really, it has never been otherwise.”

— someone got born