If you were them you would do as them.
There’s no free will—but don’t obey
What moves them, and then they
Will see what they are—
Not individual, having no free will;
They are really not very far
From you, covered by clouds, pictures,
Misty doubts, random and wet,
Sinking into the earth. And yet,
Warmed and lighted by the sun,
Resembling God, or at least one
Who loves other gods, and fills
Apostates with love beyond these hills.