The famous English classical writer Rudyard Kipling tells the following story.
Once upon a time when the gods were so new that they had no names, they were envious of man. Man was still so new that the clay form which he had been made was still wet and damp. But even man claimed that he was a good of some kind.
But the other gods were not happy about this, and they wanted to take his godhead away from him. So one night they came and stole it. They wanted to hide it somewhere, where man would never find it. But that was not so easy.Once upon a time when the gods were so new that they had no names, they were envious of man. Man was still so new that the clay form which he had been made was still wet and damp. But even man claimed that he was a good of some kind.
If they hid it anywhere on earth, man with his inquisitive mind would be sure to find it. If they kept it among themselves, man might one day climb all the way to the sky to find it.
While the gods were all in discussion, the wisest of them said, “I know what I’ll do. Give it to me.”
He then closed his hand around the tiny unstable light, which was man’s stolen godhead. And when that great hand opened again, the light was gone.
“Everything’s going to be safe,”said the wisest of the gods. “I have hidden it where man will never dream of looking for it. I have hidden it inside man himself.”
-------Rudyard Kipling
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