"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