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In the forest God met the Stag-beetle. “ Hold ! Worship me !” quoth God. “ For I am All- Great, All-Good, All Wise . . . . . . . . . . . . The stars are but sparks from the forges of My smiths . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .”

“ Yea, verily and Amen,” said the Stag-beetle, “ all this do I believe, and that devoutly.”

“ Then why do you not worship Me?”

“ Because I am real and you are only imaginary.”

But the leaves of the forest rustled with the laughter of the wind.

Said Wind and Wood : “ They neither of them know anything !”