The British novelist and poet Thomas Hardy in his verse called "God's Funeral"
And, tricked by our own early dream
And need of solace, we grew self-deceived,
Our making soon our maker did we deem,
And what we had imagined we believed.
Hardy was a high school English Lit favorite of mine. His dark irony always spoke more about the reality of life for the common person than others of his time. I lament that today's high school reading list of the "classics" include Shakespeare but not much else.
An excellent verse, and awesome share! And this imagining of belief is the ultimate vanity. What we are capable of doing in the name of bad ideas defies evolution. Our species must rid itself of this corrupted code--our firmware must be overwritten. Hardy's verse reminds me of the lines of a somewhat lesser poet:
You are not serving me, you're serving something else
'Cause I don't need to be pleased, just get over yourself
You can't suck up, up to me, I know you all too well
But I don't dwell upon you, so get over yourself
'Cause you're not praying to me, you're praying to yourself
And you're not worshiping me, you're worshiping yourself
And you will kill in my name and heaven knows what else
When you can't prove I exist, so get over yourself
Todd Rundgren, "God Said"