The Cloud Shadows Of Midnight Possess Their

God Is A Hypothesis, And, As Such, Stands In Need Of Proof; The Onus Probandi Rests On The Theist.

He Has Outsoared The Shadow Of Our Night; Envy And Calumny And Hate And Pain, And That Unrest Which Men Miscall Delight, Can Touch Him Not And Torture Not Again; From The Contagion Of The World's Slow Stain, He Is Secure.

I Cannot Endure The Horror, The Evil, Which Comes To Self In Solitude.

Design Must Be Proved Before A Designer Can Be Inferred.

My Name Is Ozymandias, King Of Kings: Look On My Works, Ye Mighty, And Despair!