The dead gods still live in our language and our art.

Even to-day the earth about us seems semiconscious to the soul, for the memories they have left.
But with the Far Oriental the exorcising feeling was fear.

He never fell in love with his own mythological creations, and so he never embalmed their memories.

They were to him but explanations of facts, and had no claims upon his fancy.

His ideal world remained as utterly impersonal as if it had never been born.
The same impersonality reappears in the matter of number.