There may be nothing in the world so amusing as a purely rational man.
The rational man is a fellow who has not yet been able to convince himself that he’s seen a ghost. The poor bastard has repressed his memories of alien abductions and fits of religious mania. He thinks this world is round. He believes in explanations.
I wish them all a miracle, something intensely personal and inexplicable that will drive them from their comfortable refuge and send them literally out of their minds.
And I would ask them: How do you deny the devil if you won’t even take the time to hear him out now and then? How do you manage to live without aspirations of sainthood?
