People do strange things for religion, don’t they?

We kill each other, and castrate each other, and strap bombs to our bodies to low up our enemies…and then we create this:

And this

The presence of God, real or imaginary, no matter what you call him, has the capacity to bring out the very best and the very worst in human beings.

The most beautiful poem I ever read was in the name of God. And so was the worst atrocity.