One thunderbolt strikes
root through everything

The lord whose is the oracle at Delphoi neither utters nor hides his meaning, but shows it by a sign.

The Sibyl, with raving lips uttering things mirthless, unbedizened, and unperfumed, reaches over a thousand years with her voice, thanks to the god in her.

A magical universe was so terrifying because it was so irrational. There was no cause and effect anywhere.

Glory to the logos, my friends! Long live dialectics! Let the party begin! May the verb be with you!

If gods are transcendent ideas, then the idea of a god IS a god.

I'm kind of brandless. I don't like big logos or whatever.