Strange, indeed, that you should not have suspected that your universe and its contents were only
dreams, visions, fiction! Strange, because they are so frankly and hysterically insane - like all dreams: a
God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have
made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter
life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other
children to earn it; who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries
and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice and invented hell - mouths mercy and invented hell -
mouths Golden Rules, and forgiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths
morals to other people and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who
created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of
honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites
this poor, abused slave to worship him! . . .
"You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are
pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a
word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have
recognized them earlier.