““Sin is our condition," I said. "Say rather that love is our rightful condition." "You talk like--you are a good man! But how can you be good without God?" He grinned. "Not so good, neither. But what virtue I do have is in me and of me. Men deny the good that comes from themselves, calling it God. So they do with their own evil, calling it the Devil." I tried to see how this might be. "There is no Hell, Jacob." "And the Bible?" "Was written by men like ourselves." He was frightening. At the idea of there being no Hell I had felt a breath of something like freedom, but it was illusion. I marvelled at his foolhardiness, feared it, and loved it.””
