I may not believe in religion, but I admire it. Stories and relics, splinters and cups. Small things, easy things. Put them all together, and what do you have? Power.
The immense heights man might ascend to art, music, culture… And instead, we fuss and fight over an arrestingly ordinary cup.
Even a man who knows himself well, who knows his own dark thoughts, can surprise himself with what he’s capable of.