God does not exist

He sleeps in a foetal position. In his waking hours, he walks with a languorous elegance as if accustomed to living in a liquefied medium. By his movements, one would think that he found air denser to wade through than water.
My Art, My Life: An Autobiography _ Diego Rivera (from the afterward by Freda Kahlo)

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