“The Darwinist and atheist must borrow breath from God in order to curse God. And not just breath but every thought that passes between his ears.
He wants his wife to believe that he loves her; he wants to believe that his ideas are ordered by logic; his heart swells to the music of Beethoven; he cries when his mother dies; and he is wholly incapable of explaining the existence of love, beauty, and logic with his naturalistic religion. For fear of acknowledging the sin that has infected his soul, he declares that the world around him created itself; but since there are no answers to be found in nature for what preceded the Big Bang, he must accept this on blind faith, even while pretending that he is not religious.”
~ Spirit Water Blood
Songs of our land, ye have followed the stranger,
With power over ocean and desert afar,
Ye have gone with our wanderers through distance and danger, And gladdened their path like a homeguiding star.
With the breath of our mountains in summers long vanished,
And visions that passed like a wave from the sand,
With hope for their country and joy from her banished.
Ye come to us ever, sweet songs of our land. (Francis Brown)
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