Without God, the universe can only be a machine … unthinking, uncaring, unfeeling.” “Why?” said the boy. “I beg your pardon, Your Holiness?” “Why must the universe be unthinking, uncaring, unfeeling without your definition of a God?” the child said softly. He closed his eyes. “The morning dew Flees away, And is no more; Who may remain In this world of ours?”
