And you say, 'These people must have a religion.' You ask, 'Where can I find a new God ?' And you reply, 'There is no God.' And then you must be very sad.
You know how it is?
You feel too free.

And you feel scared and lonely.

You look up at the stars.

There are millions.

You are only a speck of dust--on one.
"But then you come to my library.