Each man is the bard of his own existence. This is how he is joined to the world.

Men do not turn from God so easily. Not so easily. Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot e fled nor hid from. To imagine otherwise is to imagine the unspeakable. It was never that this man ceased to believe in God. No. It was rather that he came to believe terrible things of him.

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.

His head was pounding and his vision skewed in some way and he was vaguely amazed at being alive and not sure that it was worth it.