I feel like the word shatter.

You say, The sensed absence of God and the sensed presence amount to much the same thing, only in reverse.

If all fossil fuel were to go POOF! tomorrow, the result would be a cataclysmic social upheaval, with food riots, warlords, shutdowns, breakdown of social order, water shortages, and outbreaks of bloodshed and disease.

Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.

An eye for an eye only leads to more blindness.

I'm not senile," I snapped. "If I burn the house down it will be on purpose.

If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.