"Why do people in church seem like cheerful, brainless tourists on a packaged—Annie Dillard, Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters (New York: Harper & Row, 1982), pp. 40-41.
tour of the Absolute? … Does anyone have the foggiest idea what sort of power we
blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it? The
churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing up
a batch of TNT to kill a Sunday morning. It is madness to wear ladies’ straw
hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers
should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews.
For the sleeping god may wake someday and take offense, or the waking god may
draw us to where we can never return.”