Master says: I am a being whose essence obviously extends beyond your petty horizons, O unschooled tinkerer!

Master says: And if there be any truth in your claim to have constructed me—which, really, I find most difficult to imagine— then you were only the ignorant instrument of Higher Laws, while I constituted their aim, their goal.

Master says: You are a random drop of rain, I the flower whose glorious blossoming shall extol all creation;

Master says: you are a moldering post that casts a shadow, I the blazing sun that commands the post to divide the darkness from the light;

Master says: you are the blind tool guided by the Everlasting Hand—solely that I may spring into existence!

Master says: Therefore seek not to lower my exalted person by arguing that its five-eyed, three-legged and two-metaled nature is wholly a product of arbitrary-budgetary factors.

Master says: In these qualities I see the reflection of a Greater Symmetry, still somewhat obscure perhaps, but I shall certainly divine it, given the time to study the problem in depth.

Master says: Importune me then no longer with your presence, for I have better things to do than bandy words with you.