To bow to a cosmic will is no shame. You are not a coward; you are a martyr. You don’t complain about being mortal, prey to a thousand microorganisms you can’t control; you aren’t responsible for the fact that your feet are not very prehensile, that you have no tail, that your hair and teeth don’t grow back when you lose them, that your arteries harden with time. It’s because of the Envious Angels.
Eco summarizes fantastically the faith in someone who will tell the downtrodden that the reason they are faring so poorly in life isn't their fault. It's as true now as it was then.
