For years, I always assumed that the reason I didn't believe in God was that I lacked the capacity for belief, but I'm not sure if that's really the case. What I've come to suspect is that I lack the capacity for zealotry—because, if you believed, truly believed in an immortal and omnipotent being who existed before the dawn of time and who will exist forever, a being who exists outside the laws of space and time, who in fact is the creator of the laws of space and time, then how could you not be completely out of your mind? How could you not be one of those people standing on a street corner yelling at the passersby. How could you not be the sort of person who shoots abortion doctors or hijacks airplanes? How could the weight of something so immense, so beyond even the most extreme scope of the human imagination, not drive you completely insane?
"Like most North Americans of his generation, he tends to know way less about why he feels certain ways about the objects and pursuits he's devoted to than he does about the objects and pursuits themselves. It's hard to say for sure whether this is even exceptionally bad, this tendency."