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.

He believed in God even if he was doubtful of men's claims to know God's mind. But that a God unable to forgive was no God at all.

He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.

Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.

I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does.

Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildness of heart that springs from such longing...

Then he just knelt in the ashes. He raised his face to the paling day. Are you there? he whispered. Will I see you at the last? Have you a neck by which to throttle you? Have you a heart? Damn you eternally have you a soul? Oh God, he whispered, Oh God.

Even a nonbeliever might find it useful to model himself after God. Very useful, in fact.

To see God everywhere is to see Him nowhere.