The Human Pattern
Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we ï¿½ I mean all human beings ï¿½ are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet is the truth about this vast mass that we call the world. But there is no Shakespeare, there is no Beethoven; certainly and emphatically there is no God; we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.
Virginia Woolf, in 'Moments of Being'