Sometimes, W. thinks my idiocy draws me closer to God than he is, and all the more in that I profess no belief in God whatsoever. What does God mean to me? Nothing, says W., but on the other hand – everything, because it means nothing.
God means too much to him, that's his trouble, W. says. The idea of God. But I have no idea of God. I have no ideas, and this is what saves me.
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