Well, here is a man, you look at him, here is a Negro, this brilliant, wonderful gentleman. Never once for one moment made any other claim, he would only say to me, “I picked up this garment ninety-odd years ago in Ethiopia.” He always described it as a garment that he wore, just a garment. As William Blake, the great mystic poet has said that when he first…“when once he did descry the immortal man that cannot die.” And then he addresses in the form of an epilogue to what he calls the ruler of this world, Satan, the ruler of this world, the doubt of this world; and then as he put these words into the mouth of one addressing Satan (this doubt) that he does not know the garment from the man: “Thou really art a dunce,” said he, “and dost not know the garment from the man.” A man looking at a man sees a man as the thing he’s wearing and doesn’t for one moment discriminate between the wearer and the thing worn.205 ¶8