You Have To Make It

Only A Very Bad Theologian Would Confuse The Certainty That Follows Revelation With The Truths That Are Revealed. They Are Entirely Different Things.

Are We Not Madder Than Those First Inhabitants Of The Plain Of Sennar? We Know That The Distance Separating The Earth From The Sky Is Infinite, And Yet We Do Not Stop Building Our Tower.

And His Hands Would Plait The Priest's Entrails, For Want Of A Rope, To Strangle Kings.

He Whom We Call A Gentleman Is No Longer The Man Of Nature.

The Infant Runs Toward It With Its Eyes Closed, The Adult Is Stationary, The Old Man Approaches It With His Back Turned.