Gaia is calling for your worship, boys.
Even the pope has joined the congregation,
So why not you? He says your proper station
Is there with him, immersed in all the joys
Geolatry conveys. Your idle noise,
Your penny-ante ratiocination,
Your skepticism: all is obfuscation,
Just children playing with cerebral toys.
His own brain he is proud to set aside,
Obeying the communal mind instead.
When St. John hailed the Logos, St. John lied.
The Logos as a concept is as dead
As any stinking, tattered shred of hide.
Worship the Living Earth and not the shred!