But man ascended still higher until he began to think, "No, no; the sun which goes away and comes back, appears and disappears, is not constantly with us. So I will seek something that is constantly with us." And what is that? Surely it is the imagination. Surely it is a spirit that is God. In Mongolia and China and in all those Eastern countries where numberless gods are worshipped, they say, "The one thing that abides with us, day and night, in trouble and sorrow, in joy and sadness, is that spirit which is God."