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“I almost got killed there,” the gunslinger said. “Do you say so?” “Set my watch and warrant on it. And I killed a man that was touched by God,” the gunslinger said. “Only it wasn’t God. It was the man with the rabbit up his sleeve. The man in black.”
“He laid you a trap.” “You say true, I say thank ya.”
The only contingency he had not learned how to bear was the possibility of his own madness.
Few if any seemed to have grasped the truest principle of reality: new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.
Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity.
Does His eye see the sparrow fall when the sparrow is less than a speck of hydrogen floating disconnected in the depth of space? And if He does see… what must the nature of such a God be?
