God is the immemorial refuge of
the incompetent, the helpless, the
miserable. They find not only
sanctuary in His arms, but also a
kind of superiority, soothing to
their macerated egos: He will
set them above their betters.
A man full of faith is simply one who has lost (or
never had) the capacity for clear and realistic thought.
He is not a mere ass; he is actually ill. Worse, he is
incurable, for disappointment, being essentially an
objective phenomenon, cannot permanently affect his
subjective infirmity. His faith takes on the virulence
of a chronic infection. What he usually says, in
substance, is this: "Let us trust in God, who has
always fooled us in the past. '
It is impossible to imagine the universe run by a wise,
just and omnipotent God, but it is quite easy to
imagine it run by a board of gods. If such a board
actually exists it operates precisely like the board of
a corporation that is losing nav.