What people say, what people do, and what they say they do are entirely different things.
She liked being reminded of butterflies. She remembered being six or seven and crying over the fates of the butterflies in her yard after learning that they lived for only a few days. Her mother had comforted her and told her not to be sad for the butterflies, that just because their lives were short didn't mean they were tragic. Watching them flying in the warm sun among the daisies in their garden, her mother had said to her, see, they have a beautiful life. Alice liked remembering that.
For God to prove himself on demand, physically, would be a grave disappointment, and the strongest Christians should be considerably grateful that he chooses not to do so. The skeptic endlessly demands proof, yet God refuses to insult the true intelligence of man, the '6th sense', the chief quality, the acumen which distinguishes man from the rest of creation, faith.
Que les poÃ¨tes morts laissent la place aux autres. Et nous pourrions tout de mÃªme voir que c'est notre vÃ©nÃ©ration devant ce qui a Ã©tÃ© dÃ©j? fait, si beau et si valable que ce soit, qui nous pÃ©trifie, qui nous stabilise et nous empÃªche de prendre contact avec la force qui est dessous, que l'on appelle l'Ã©nergie pensante, la force vitale, le dÃ©terminisme des Ã©changes, les menstrues de la lune ou tout ce qu'on voudra.