A gray-pink salmon leaping up the falls of night Into the spawning pool of another day. Dawn-the red roar of the heliac bull Charging over the horiz… - Philip José Farmer

The religions of Jesus, Paul, and Buddha had started to degenerate before their founders were cold in their graves. Just as St. Francis’ order had begun corrupting before its founder’s body was rotten.

How strange and unforeseeable! The world had been saved, not by great rulers and statesmen, not by mystics and saints and prophets and messiahs, not by any of the holy scriptures, but by an introverted eccentric writer of mathematical texts and children's books and by the child who'd inspired him. The little girl become a woman, dream-ridden Alice, had inspired the nonsense not really nonsense, and this in circuitous and spiraling fashion had inspired her to do what all others had failed to do, to save eighteen billion souls and the world.

The n'k did not want to be enlightened. They resented the truth as if it threatened them. In this respect, they are most like humans.