Another prominent artist who is apparently telling us the same thing is John Updike. In his short story “Pigeon Feathers” a young teenager says to this mother, “Don’t you see, if when we die there’s nothing, all your sun and fields and what not are all, ah, horror? It’s just an ocean of horror.” Later, in the presence of the beauty of pigeon feathers, of their texture and color, he is overwhelmed by a certainty that there is a God behind the world who will allow him to live for eternity.
