Look at me. This is nobility in a man: to bear what falls from the gods and not say No. - Anne Carson

My religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.

When an individual appreciates that he alone is responsible for the content and coherence of his person, an influx like eros becomes a concrete personal threat. So in the lyric poets, love is something that assaults or invades the body of the lover to wrest control of it from him, a personal struggle of will and physique between the god and his victim. The poets describe this struggle from within a consciousness – perhaps new in the world – of the body as a unity of limbs, senses and self, amazed at its own vulnerability.

Under the seams runs the pain.