(The wise men of modern thought) adore a god made of putty or of wax - plastic, effeminate, molluscous, with no masculine faculty about him, and no quality that entitles him to the respect of just and honest men, for a being who cannot be angry at wrongdoing is destitute of one of the essential virtues, and a moral Ruler who is not angry with the wicked, and who refuses to punish crime, is not divine. ---Spurgeon
Exactly! They should put a tap on the bottom, then they'll have their own "natural" spring that they can drink from.
I came upon this pile of junk, the torch has been passed. I take ownership of things shaped before me, it is now my responsibility.
But what are you suppose to do when you see yourself in that pile of junk?