Quote by Alexander Pope

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds

Summary

This quote from Alexander Pope's poem "An Essay on Man" criticizes the uneducated Indigenous peoples of India for their simplistic beliefs in seeing and hearing God in nature. It implies that their lack of education and exposure to intellectual thought limits their understanding and perception of divinity. The quote exemplifies the condescending attitude of the European colonizers towards non-Western cultures, dismissing their spirituality as primitive and ignorant.

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