“‘How can mere mortals be more righteous than God?How can humans be purer than their Creator?Why, God doesn’t even trust his own servants,doesn’t even cheer his angels,So how much less these bodies composed of mud,fragile as moths?These bodies of ours are here today and gone tomorrow,and no one even notices—gone without a trace.When the tent stakes are ripped up, the tent collapses—we die and are never the wiser for having lived.’”