Our God
Strangely men have chosen a God that is the final extension of themselves as they define themselves. A God who is the ultimate idealized homo sapiens—the ultimate man. He is pure mind and not a bit of body, which is animal and vegetable; he is that part of man which conceives and loves and sees and has intercourse with only that which is non-physical.
For this non-physical is something we define ourselves by—we can think and reason, the animals and plants cannot—so therefore it is this reasoning and thinking part of ourselves that we worship in ourselves. We even make it into a God, and call it the Creator of the entire world and universe.
We give God credit for doing what we ourselves would do—create the world in our image. When God creates the world in His image, it is our image too—for he is our God, of our own sort. We are, short of angels (which are men who have died and thus have lost their bodies but kept their minds), God's best and favorite creature. We reason. We think. We create on our own. We are, in fact, almost God.
And why not? since after all the world he lives in is the world of our minds. We conceived him, and love him with a holy worship, and make him create the world we would have for us. He is our grandest conception of ourselves.
