"They will cry aloud at last that the truth is not within Thee, for they could not have been left in greater confusion and suffering than Thou has caused, laying upon them so many cares and unanswerable problems
So that, in truth, Thou didst Thyself lay the foundation for the destruction of Thy kingdom, and noone is more to blame for it"
[The Grand Inquisitor to Jesus, in Fjodor Dostoevsky "The Brothers Karamazov"]
One is supposed to be submerged in belief
Somehow by a miracle
And from then on to swim in it
As in the least ambiguous of elements
And even just a glance towards land
The thought that one perhaps might be there for something else as well as swimming
Even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature is sin!
What they want is an eternal song over the waves in which reason has drowned