It's when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in our own selves, that awe cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart: not to a flower, not to a dolphin, to no innocent form but to this creature vainly sure it and no other is god-like,
God (out of compassion for our ugly failure to evolve) entrusts, as guest, as brother, the Word.
