Alluding to

 "Has God a hand in this? Then it is a good hand. But has he a hand at all? Or is he a holy fire burning self-contained for power's sake alone? Then he knows himself blissfully as flame unconsuming, as all brilliance and beauty and power, and the rest of us can go hang. Then the accidental universe spins mute, obedient only to its own gross terms, meaningless, out of mind, and alone. The universe is neither contingent upon nor a participant in the holy, in being itself, the real, the power play of fire. The universe is an illusion merely, not one speck of it real, and we are not only its victims, falling always into or smashed by a planet slung by its —its captives, bound. by the mineral-made rope of our senses."