Why? Why, I mean, is he a god?
Because he is something that nothing else is. Certainly he is something that I am not.
And she is something that neither he is nor I am.
When she scratches and finds a bug in the earth, she seems fairly to gobble down the monad of all monads; and when she lays, she certainly thinks she’s put the Mundane Egg in the nest.
Just part of her naive nature!
As for the goal, which doesn’t exist, but which we are always coming back to: well, it doesn’t spatially, or temporally, or eternally exist: but in the fourth dimension, it does.
What the Greeks called equilibrium: what I call relationship. Equilibrium is just a bit mechanical. It became very mechanical with the Greeks: an intellectual nail put through it.
I don’t want to be “good” or “righteous”—and I won’t even be “virtuous”, unless “vir” means a man, and “vis” means the life-river.
But I do want to be alive. And to be alive, I must have a goal in the creative, not the spatial universe.
I want, in the Greek sense, an equilibrium between me and the rest of the universe. That is, I want a relationship between me and the brown hen.