Image you are walking along on a clear night, perhaps after a night on the drink, seeking a home, seeking a bed to rest yon weary head, the alley arrives, and you see
this motherfucker
coming at you. Tell me you wouldn't piss your pants in fear.
The quote comes from either A) Atheism in Christianity by Ernst Bloch or B) My rambled, fevered writings forming my grand manuscript on life/truth and mastery of poetic art as emphasised by a russian chess grandmaster. I can't remember right now. One of the two.