The works resemble icons depicting saints to be worshipped. In our time, too, there are people who imagine themselves to be the thunderbolts, the arbiters of fate — and crowds go to bow to them, to kiss the heel and see the newborn deity with their own eyes.



Only from HIS mouth is the truth heard, only HE knows who is a friend and who is an enemy, and HE will not quench his thirst for blood in the holy war against the infidels.
A person who imagines himself to be god loses touch with this world; the soul we are called to protect perishes, and the lifeless body is transformed into stone. Now it is nothing — just a dead piece of rock. He is an idol like an ancient pagan deity, a stone Perun. Idols need to be brought down.