You think you know that God made the universe; how long it took Him to do it; why He made it; how long it's been in existence and how it will finally pass away.

You also imagine you know that we shall live after we're dead; where we shall go, and the kind of existence we shall have.

In fact, in the excess of your "humility", you think you know all about it.

But really you know no more of these things than any other human being does; that is, you know NOTHING.' 'That's only YOUR opinion,' said Slyme.
'If we care to take the trouble to learn,' Owen went on, 'we can know a little of how the universe has grown and changed; but of the beginning we know nothing.' 'That's just my opinion, matey,' observed Philpot.

'It's just a bloody mystery, and that's all about it.' 'I don't pretend to 'ave no 'ead knowledge,' said Slyme, 'but 'ead knowledge won't save a man's soul: it's 'EART knowledge as does that.