Either something is authentic or it is unauthentic, it is either false or true, make-believe or spontaneous life; yet here we are faced with a prevaricated truth and an authentic fake, hence a thing that is at once the truth and a lie.
...it is easy not to believe in monsters, considerably more difficult to escape their dread and loathsome clutches.
You believe by doubting and you doubt by believing; yet this state too is not the final one.
I believe in no final solutions.
What gave you this idea of an imperfect god?' 'I don't know. It seems quite feasible to me. That is the only god I could imagine believing in, a god whose passion is not a redemption, who saves nothing, fulfills no purpose--a god who simply is.
For moral reasons ... the world appears to me to be put together in such a painful way that I prefer to believe that it was not created ... intentionally.