““As he said this, looking at her directly, with no particular challenge in his voice, she believed in him completely, he and his parents, the congregation and the elders knew what was right for them. She felt unpleasantly light-headed, empitied out, all meaning gone. The blasphemous notion came into her that it didn't much matter either way whether the boy lived or died. Everything would be much the same. Profound sorrow, bitter regret perhaps, fond memories, then life would plunge on and all three would mean less and less as those who loved him aged and died, until they meant nothing at all. Religions, moral systems, her own included, were like peaks in a dense mountain range seen from a great distance, none obviously higher, more important, truer than another. What was to judge?””
