Here, twice-transcribed (book-notebook-blog), is another passage from Walter Benjamin’s “One-Way Street.” Page numbers refer to the Selected Writings, vol. 1.
“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.” [“I never pass by a wooden fetish, a gilded Buddha, a Mexican idol without reflecting: perhaps it is the true God.”] — 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.