All the human beings I met were either sure that there would be no afterlife or else that they would get preferential treatment in the hereafter. - Philip José Farmer

Sawbeaked epitome of bodiless
Idea, tossed by gusts of ether, dive
Through abstract mists and raid the sea of fact
Eat rich strange fish, grow long bright feathers, press
Form's flesh around thought's rib, and so derive
From the act of beauty, beauty of the act.

Though Melville omitted it, Captain Ahab said, "In one sense, Aleister Crowley is lower than whale shit. In another, he's as high as God's hat. The true shaman knows that God's hat is made out of dried whale shit."

We're not that stupid!"
"No, but you're that impulsive. Which is a form of stupidity.