Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
Page | 362 |
Chapter | -- |
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`That's one of the proofs that there ISN'T an individual God,' said Owen. `If we were to believe that the universe and everything that lives was deliberately designed and created by God, then we must also believe that He made his disease germs you are speaking of for the purpose of torturing His other creatures.' `You can't tell me a bloody yarn like that,' interposed Crass, roughly. `There's a Ruler over us, mate, and so you're likely to find out.' `If Gord didn't create the world, 'ow did it come 'ere?' demanded Slyme. `I know no more about that than you do,' replied Owen. `That is - I know nothing. The only difference between us is that you THINK you know. 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 |