Proofs and Puddings

I have a finite mind. I am aware of this fact. Even proud of it: for indeed the idea of an infinite mind in a finite body is more than ridiculous, it is repulsive. And to. this poor finite thing, Veritas, none of your arguments rings true. The existence of a God is something beyond the proofs of causality, something above all the noble assertions of Jesus; it is a matter of faith, of belief. A man does not come to faith by logic, or to belief by causality: men are born with the seeds of faith in them, and whether these seeds germinate at once, or in the maturity of their years matters little. The seeds must have been there from the beginning.

Any person who has made a study, however brief, of comparative religion must realise that there is little to pick and choose from the basic teachings of all religions. All would have man lead a better life, improve his habits of living and thinking. And this universality of purpose, if nothing else, would be for some a sufficient proof of the existence of an all-pervading spirit of some kind, but not a spirit concerned with the petty dialectal and dogmatic disputes of any one of those religions, not even of that great and influential body to whom friend Veritas gives his allegiance.

Flattened Fifth.