‘But Lord’, I said, ‘Why is there only one set of footprints on the beach during the times when I was in the most sorrow?’ ‘Because,’ The Lord said gently, ‘Those times were when you realized that I am just the reified superstitious construct of the quaint primate mentations of a species trying to grasp the immensity of the material universe.’
Chris Clarke, Homily. (via vmarinelli)