is so much easier to believe than to disbelieve.” “Father,” Sparrow said, but Ba Lute wasn’t listening to him. “After all, what good can come from disbelief? What grows, what changes, what improves? Isn’t it always better for your country, your family, for yourself, to believe in something? Doubt can only lead to confusion and complications. And, in any case, our lives were better. We didn’t mean to grow complacent, surely we weren’t complacent, the struggle isn’t finished, and yet …”
