The truth is that no man ever was or will bewho understands the gods and all I speak of.If you stumble on some rocks of the whole truthyou never know it. There is always speculation.

The gods did riot: enrich man with a knowledge of all thingsfrom the beginning of life.Yet man seeks, and in timeinvents what may be better.

1Man made his gods, and furnished themwith his own body, voice, and garments.2If a horse or lion or a slow ox had agile hands for paint and sculpture,the horse would make his god a horse,the ox would sculpt an ox.3Our gods have flat noses and black skinssay the Ethiopians. The Thracians sayour gods have red hair and hazel eyes.

Whom they call Iris is also a raincloud that we see as purple, scarlet and green.

Everything comes from the earth,and everything ends in the earth.

One day a dog was being thrashed in the street,and behold, Pythagoras, philosopher of spirits,was walking by.His heart was in his mouthfor the poor pup.'Stop! Stop!' he cried.'Don't beat him any more.This is my dear friend's soul.I recognize the voice when I hear him bark.

There is one God, supreme among gods and men,who is like mortals in neither body nor mind.