my part, I prefer to keep mine there, no matter what the Freudians say about me.

But it is tiring to go to any more tea parties with the Origin, or the Cause, or even the Lord. Let us pronounce the mystic Om, from the pit of the stomach, and proceed.

There’s not a shadow of doubt about it, the First Cause is just unknowable to us, and we’d be sorry if it wasn’t. Whether it’s God or the Atom. All I say is Om!

The first business of every faith is to declare its ignorance. I don’t know where I come from — nor where I exit to. I don’t know the origins of life nor the goal of death. I don’t know how the two parent cells which are my biological origin became the me which I am. I don’t in the least know what