The Necessity of Atheism

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the won- der of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.

We are on that verge where words abandon us, and what wonder if we grow dizzy to look down the dark abyss of how little we know!