simba. errant heart. 

"Je ne passe jamais devant un fetiche de bois, un Bouddha dore, une idole mexicaine sans me dire:  c'est peut-etre le vrai dieu."  - Charles Baudelaire

I dreamed I was a member of an exploring party in Mexico.  After crossing a high, primeval jungle we came upon a system of above-ground caves in the mountains.  Here, a religious order had survived from the time of the first missionaries till now, its monks continuing the work of conversion among the natives.  In an immense central grotto with a gothically pointed roof, mass was celebrated according to the most ancient rites.  We joined the ceremony and witnessed its climax:  toward a wooden bust of God the Father, fixed high on a wall of the cave, a priest raised a Mexican fetish.  At this, the divine head turned thrice in denial from right to left.

Walter Benjamin.